My Head is Wild with Weeping
Fragment: My Head is Wild with Weeping
A poem from Percy Bysshe Shelley to present the next drawing
My head is wild with weeping for a grief
Which is the shadow of a gentle mind.
I walk into the air (but no relief
To seek,--or haply, if I sought, to find;
It came unsought);--to wonder that a chief
Among men’s spirits should be cold and blind.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
