My head is wild with weeping for a grief
Which is the shadow of a gentle mind.
I walk into the air (but no relief
To seek,--or haply, if I sought, to find;
It came unsought);--to wonder that a chief
Among men's spirits should be cold and blind.
Classic poem
Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- My head is wild with weeping for a grief
- Poet
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Themes
- grief, faith, identity, time
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