Percy Bysshe Shelley                   A Lament     O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb,         Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?             No more--Oh, never more!     Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight;         Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight             No more--Oh, never more! 1821