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Shelley’s Elegy

Shelley’s Elegy

“Poets,” said Percy Bysshe Shelley, “are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” I’m not sure I could agree with that much more than I do.

Unfortunately, he led an all too brief (though beautiful) life. At thirty, he went down with his sailboat off the coast of Italy.

This song is my tribute to him.

There is so much you have yet to conquer so many visions and dreams left uncaressed so many arrows in your quiver

Lay them down ever unconfessed

So very near to that final secret within grasp of your young tireless hand within sight of that final harbor

Why so soon I don’t understand

Promethean, your fire will ever be my light although the human heart expires into this stormy night

Muses weep as sails go down tender tears to mourn the passing and to forever move the hearts and tongues that appear here

Now you are lost to a hungry darkness ‘neath a shattering truth as yet unproclaimed though in the flight of your final arrow

You leave us a path carefully notched and aimed

Promethean, your fire will ever be my light although a human heart expired into that stormy night

For my rendition of this song, click here.

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