Explore "The Revolt of Islam" by Percy Bysshe Shelley on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
1.
She saw me not-she heard me not-alone / Upon the mountain's dizzy brink she stood; / She spake not, breathed not, moved not-there was thrown / Over her look, the shadow of a mood / Which only clothes the heart in solitude, / A thought of voiceless depth; -she stood alone, / Above, the Heavens were spread; -below, the flood / Was murmuring in its caves; -the wind had blown / Her hair apart, through which her eyes and forehead shone.