One day is like the past, the year’s sweet prime 20
Like the sad fall—for Rachel heeds not time.
Nothing remains to agitate her breast;
Spent is the tempest, and the sky at rest;
But, while it raged, her peace its ruin met;
And now the sun is on her prospects set.—
Leave her, and let us her distress explore:
She heeds it not—she has been left before.”
There were two lads, call’d Shelley, hither brought,