To Constantia

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Title:     To Constantia
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley [More Titles by Shelley]

1.
The rose that drinks the fountain dew
In the pleasant air of noon,
Grows pale and blue with altered hue--
In the gaze of the nightly moon;
For the planet of frost, so cold and bright,
Makes it wan with her borrowed light.

2.
Such is my heart--roses are fair,
And that at best a withered blossom;
But thy false care did idly wear
Its withered leaves in a faithless bosom;
And fed with love, like air and dew,
Its growth--

[The end]
Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem: To Constantia

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