{"poem":{"id":"poetrydb:Percy%20Bysshe%20Shelley%3AFragment%3A%20'When%20a%20Lover%20Clasps%20His%20Fairest'","title":"Fragment: 'When a Lover Clasps His Fairest'","author":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","content":"When a lover clasps his fairest,\nThen be our dread sport the rarest.\nTheir caresses were like the chaff\nIn the tempest, and be our laugh\nHis despair--her epitaph!\n\nWhen a mother clasps her child,\nWatch till dusty Death has piled\nHis cold ashes on the clay;\nShe has loved it many a day--\nShe remains,--it fades away.","sourceName":"PoetryDB","sourceURL":"https://poetrydb.org"},"fallback":false}