Percy Bysshe Shelley




Sonnet

Ye hasten to the grave! 

Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there,	
Ye restless thoughts, and busy purposes	
Of the idle brain, which the world’s livery wear?	
O thou quick Heart, which pantest to possess	
All that pale Expectation feigneth fair!	       
Thou vainly curious mind, which wouldest guess	
Whence thou didst come, and whither thou must go,	
And all that never yet was known, would know;	
O whither hasten ye, that thus ye press	
With such swift feet life’s green and pleasant path,	        
Seeking alike from happiness and woe,	
A refuge in the cavern of grey death?	
O Heart and Mind and Thoughts, what thing do you	
Hope to inherit in the grave below?