Quote#Death
Yet now despair itself is mild
Quote byPercy Bysshe Shelley · 1792–1822
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Stanzas Written in Dejection Near Naples (1818), st. 5.
English (original)
Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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