Fragment: The Sepulchre of Memory
And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee Has been my heart--and thy dead memory Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year, Unchangingly preserved and buried there.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee Has been my heart--and thy dead memory Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year, Unchangingly preserved and buried there.
The speaker begins by asking where truth might be found—perhaps only in tombs. Then comes a quiet, devastating turn: he reveals that his own heart has been exactly that kind of place for the person he addresses.
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