Cover art for Stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples - 114387 by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples - 114387

1 viewer

Stanzas Written in Dejection, Near Naples - 114387 Lyrics

                                I.

     The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
        The waves are dancing fast and bright,
     Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
        The purple noon's transparent might,
        The breath of the moist earth is light,
     Around its unexpanded buds;
        Like many a voice of one delight,
     The winds, the birds, the ocean floods,
The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.

                                II.

     I see the Deep's untrampled floor
        With green and purple seaweeds strown;
     I see the waves upon the shore,
        Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown:
        I sit upon the sands alone,—
     The lightning of the noontide ocean
        Is flashing round me, and a tone
     Arises from its measured motion,
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.

                                III.
     Alas! I have nor hope nor health,
        Nor peace within nor calm around,
     Nor that content surpassing wealth
        The sage in mediation found,
        And walked with inward glory crowned—
     Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure.
        Others I see whom these surround—
     Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;—
to me that cup has been dealt in another measure.

                                IV.

     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.

                                V.

     Some might lament that I were cold,
        As I, when this sweet day is gone,
     Which my lost heart, too soon grown old,
        Insults with this untimely moan;
        They might lament—for I am one
     Whom men love not,—and yet regret,
        Unlike this day, which, when the sun
     Shall on its stainless glory set,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.

How to Format Lyrics:

  • Type out all lyrics, even repeating song parts like the chorus
  • Lyrics should be broken down into individual lines
  • Use section headers above different song parts like [Verse], [Chorus], etc.
  • Use italics (<i>lyric</i>) and bold (<b>lyric</b>) to distinguish between different vocalists in the same song part
  • If you don’t understand a lyric, use [?]

To learn more, check out our transcription guide or visit our transcribers forum

About

Have the inside scoop on this song?
Sign up and drop some knowledge

Q&A

Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning

Comments