Stanzas - Written in Dejection, Near Naples

I

The sun is warm, the sky is clearn,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might
The breath of the moist earth is light
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight,
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods,
The City's voice itself, is solf like Solitude's.

II

I See the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple seeweeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore,
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown:
I sit upon the sands alone, ---
The lightning of the noontide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion,
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion

III

Alas! I have nor hope nor health
Nor peace within nor clam around,
Nor that content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found,
And walked with inward glory crowned---
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure.
Others I see whome these surround---
Simling they live, and call life pleasure;---
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.

IV

Yet now dispair itself is mild,
Even as the winds and waters are;
I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have borne and yet must bear,
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
And I might feel in the warm air
My cheek grown cold, and hear the sea
Breath o're my dying brain its last monotony.

V

Some might lament that I were cold,
As I, when this sweet day is gone,
Which my lost heart, too soon grown old,
Insults with this untimely moan;
They might lament--For I am noe
Whom men love not,--and yet regret,
Unlike this day, which, when the sun
Shall on its stainless glory set,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.

Shelley