by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fragment 6
Another Fragment (B)

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 Yes, often when the eyes are cold and dry, And the lips calm, the Spirit weeps within Tears bitterer than the blood of agony 
 Trembling in drops on the discoloured skin Of those who love their kind and therefore perish In ghastly torture-a sweet medicine 
 Of peace and sleep are tears, and quietly Them soothe from whose uplifted eyes they fall But...