On the Death of Percy Shelley

His angelic soul to heaven was drawn

From waters deep as his golden song

Returning hence to where it was born

Remained in fire as his burning flesh

Perished in flames at the water’s edge

When his sacred heart refused to burn

The mourners wept with pouring wine

Upon the fire-sweetened soul of verse

A poet perished in fire wine and water

A transubstantiation from death to life

Much reminiscent of that ancient light

From darkened fears to heavenly flight

Redeemed our souls from endless night

With dreams of love and beauty bright

Outside the domain of sorrowful strife

In death he sang of liberty love and life.

Author's Note

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