And lap me in delight.
To my Cigar.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. 1792-1822.
Then black despair,
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.
The Revolt of Islam. Dedication. Stanza 6.
With hue like that when some great painter dips
His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.