and so this tree— Oh, that such our death may be!— Died in sleep, and felt no pain, To live in happier form again: From which, beneath Heaven’s fairest star, The artist wrought this loved guitar;
ATTRIBUTION:
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822), British poet. With a Guitar, to Jane (l. 53–58). . .
The Complete Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Mary Shelley, ed. (1994) The Modern Library/Random House.
