
Constantia's voice and instrumental playing overwhelm the speaker with tears, awe, and physical excitement. The speaker imagines being carried beyond the world's bounds and compares her changing song to a tempest and the breath of a summer night.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Musical Poetry · 492 words
Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die, / Perchance were death indeed! -Constantia, turn! / In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie, / Even though the sounds which were thy voice, which burn / Between thy lips, are laid to sleep; / Within thy breath, and on thy hair, like odour, it is yet, / And from thy touch like fire doth leap. / Even while I write, my burning cheeks are wet. / Alas, that the torn heart can bleed, but not forget!
singing · instrumental music · ecstasy · devotion · imagined flight
To Constantia, Singing is listed on Textopian as a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, dated Date unknown.
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