Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Major Works
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
Mt. Eden: Oh That I Had
This is not new to me
As I sit in this boat
But I'm so cold my bones, will freeze.
And there's naught through the haze.
I've been waiting so long
But my hour has gone, away
To fly back with a branch in its beak, to rescue me.