Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.