I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow:
I die like mist upon the gale,
And like a wave under the calm I fail
Percy Bysshe Shelley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-faint-i-perish-with-my-love/
