Here you will find the Poem When A Lover Clasps His Fairest of poet Percy Bysshe Shelley
I. When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest. Their caresses were like the chaff In the tempest, and be our laugh His despair?her epitaph! II. When a mother clasps her child, Watch till dusty Death has piled His cold ashes on the clay; She has loved it many a day-- She remains,?it fades away.
