
To Jane: the Recollection
The speaker recalls walking with a companion through a pine forest beside the ocean, where stillness briefly eased inner conflict and the companion seemed the centre of the calm. A wind disturbed the forest's reflection in pools, prompting a comparison between the water's calm and the rarer peace in the speaker's mind.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Nature Poetry, Reflective Poetry · 878 words
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Now the last day of many days, / All beautiful and bright as thou, / The loveliest and the last, is dead, / Rise, Memory, and write its praise! / Up,-to thy wonted work! come, trace / The epitaph of glory fled,- / For now the Earth has changed its face, / A frown is on the Heaven's brow.
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- Work type: Poem
- Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Date: Date unknown
- Language: English
- Genres: Lyric Poetry, Nature Poetry, Reflective Poetry
- Length: 878 words
- Structure: 1 section, 10 paragraphs
- Reading fit: Standard (8th-9th Grade)
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Genres
- Lyric Poetry — The speaker addresses a companion and expresses affection through the recollection of a shared walk.
- Nature Poetry — Ocean waves, storm-shaped pines, a woodpecker and forest reflections in pools occupy the remembered scene.
- Reflective Poetry — The wind's disturbance of a reflection leads the speaker to compare the pools' calm with the scarcity of peace in his mind.
Tags
memory · pine forests · coastal walks · water reflections · affection · inner unrest
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