Percy Bysshe Shelley         When Passion's Trance                             1 When passion's trance is overpast, If tenderness and truth could last, Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber, dark and deep, I should not weep, I should not weep!                             2 It were enough to feel, to see, Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly, And dream the rest - and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen, Couldst thou but be as thou hast been.                             3 After the slumber of the year THe woodland violets reappear; All things revive in field or grove, And sky and sea, but two, which move And form all others, life and love. 1821