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Shelley - a poem by Henry van Dyke

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Henry van Dyke (1852-1933)

Knight Errant of the Never-ending Quest, 
And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; 
For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre 
To some unearthly music, and possessed 
With painful passionate longing to invest 
The golden dream of Love's immortal fire 
In mortal robes of beautiful attire, 
And fold perfection to thy throbbing breast! 

What wonder, Shelley, if the restless wave 
Should claim thee and the leaping flame consume 
Thy drifted form on Viareggio's beach? 
Fate to thy body gave a fitting grave, 
And bade thy soul ride on with fiery plume, 
Thy wild song ring in ocean's yearning speech!

Shelley - a poem by Henry van Dyke

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