Chameleons Feed On Light And

Poet's Food Is Love And Fame.

Less Oft Peace In Shelley's Mind, Than Calm In Waters Seen.

When Merciless Ambition, Or Mad Zeal, Has Led Two Hosts Of Dupes To Battlefield, That, Blind, They There May Dig Each Other's Graves, And Call The Sad Work Glory.

You Would Not Easily Guess All The Modes Of Distress Which Torture The Tenants Of Earth; And The Various Evils, Which Like So Many Devils, Attend The Poor Souls From Their Birth.

Death Is The Veil Which Those Who Live Call Life; They Sleep, And It Is Lifted.