• Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the heights of love's rare universe, Are chains of lead around its flight of fire-- I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire.

    Percy Bysshe Shelley: Woe is me! 
The winged words on which my soul would pierce
Into the heights of love's rare universe,
Are chains of lead around its flight of fire--
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire.
    Percy Bysshe Shelley (1980). “Shelley on Love: An Anthology”, p.230, Univ of California Press