[Published as Shelley's by Medwin, "Life of Shelley", 1847, 1 page 56.]
The Elements respect their Maker's seal!
Still Like the scathed pine tree's height,
Braving the tempests of the night
Have I 'scaped the flickering flame.
Like the scathed pine, which a monument stands
Of faded grandeur, which the brands
Of the tempest-shaken air
Have riven on the desolate heath;
Yet it stands majestic even in d**h,
And rears its wild form there. ,
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