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STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES. by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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A profoundly unhappy Shelley sits by himself on a beach near Naples on a beautiful December afternoon, observing the sun, sea, and birds around him — yet feeling entirely disconnected from it all.

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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Posthumous Poems”, 1824, where it is dated ‘December, 1818.’ A draft of stanza 1 is amongst the Boscombe manuscripts. (Garnett).] 1. The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon’s transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, _5 Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City’s voice itself, is soft like Solitude’s. 2. I see the Deep’s untrampled floor _10 With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone,— The lightning of the noontide ocean _15 Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. 3. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, _20 Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned— Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround— _25 Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;— To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. 4. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, _30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea _35 Breathe o’er my dying brain its last monotony. 5. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; _40 They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. _45 NOTES: _4 might Boscombe manuscript, Medwin 1847; light 1824, 1839. _5 The...light Boscombe manuscript, 1839, Medwin 1847; omitted, 1824. moist earth Boscombe manuscript; moist air 1839; west wind Medwin 1847. _17 measured 1824; mingled 1847. _18 did any heart now 1824; if any heart could Medwin 1847. _31 the 1824; this Medwin 1847. _36 dying 1824; outworn Medwin 1847. ***

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§01Quick summary

What this poem is about

A profoundly unhappy Shelley sits by himself on a beach near Naples on a beautiful December afternoon, observing the sun, sea, and birds around him — yet feeling entirely disconnected from it all. He reflects on everything he’s missing (health, hope, love, fame) while the world continues to shine beautifully without him. The poem concludes on a bittersweet note: he may not be remembered, but the day will be cherished.

§02Themes

Recurring themes

§03Line by line

Stanza by stanza, with notes

  1. The sun is warm, the sky is clear, / The waves are dancing fast and bright,

    Editor's note

    Shelley begins with a vivid description of sensory beauty — warm sun, clear sky, dancing waves, snow-capped mountains, and budding earth. Each part of the natural world feels vibrant and in harmony. The last line, where even the sounds of the city seem as peaceful as solitude, creates an important tension: the world is flawless, yet the speaker suggests he cannot connect with it.

  2. I see the Deep's untrampled floor / With green and purple seaweeds strown;

    Editor's note

    The speaker transitions from painting the scene to inserting himself into it — but only as a passive observer. He *watches*, he *sits*, he is *by himself*. The sight of light melting into star-showers is breathtaking, yet the stanza ends with a wistful question: how wonderful this would be if *someone else* were here to enjoy it. The beauty amplifies his solitude.

  3. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, / Nor peace within nor calm around,

    Editor's note

    This is the emotional heart of the poem. Shelley quickly lists everything he lacks: hope, health, inner peace, the satisfaction of a philosopher, fame, power, love, and leisure. He observes others who possess these things, smiling and declaring life a joy. The final line — that the cup of life has been "dealt in another measure" — is understated yet powerful: he isn't seeking pity, just stating a reality.

  4. Yet now despair itself is mild, / Even as the winds and waters are;

    Editor's note

    Strangely, this is the most serene stanza. Shelley expresses that his despair has softened to align with the day's gentleness. He envisions lying down like a weary child, simply fading away—his cheek turning cold, the sea whispering its final sound over his fading thoughts. This isn’t a violent death wish but rather a tired yearning for rest, and the calm tone makes it all the more unsettling.

  5. Some might lament that I were cold, / As I, when this sweet day is gone,

    Editor's note

    The final stanza looks both outward and inward. Shelley recognizes that some may feel sorrow for him — just as he will grieve the end of this lovely day. However, this comparison stings: the day, once it’s over, will be remembered as pure joy. He, on the other hand, is someone "whom men love not" — and any regret that follows his death will be a more complex feeling than the straightforward sadness we experience for a lost afternoon.

§04Tone & mood

How this poem feels

The tone feels quietly desolate without veering into melodrama. Shelley maintains a steady, almost matter-of-fact voice, which makes the sadness hit harder than any dramatic outburst could. Throughout the poem, there's a strange, aching tenderness—toward the landscape, toward the elusive idea of human connection, and even toward the thought of his own death. The beauty of the setting contrasts with the speaker's bleak inner life, and both aspects coexist without negating one another.

§05Symbols & metaphors

Symbols & metaphors

The sun, sea, and natural world
The vibrant landscape of Naples isn't merely a backdrop — it starkly contrasts with the speaker's inner feelings. Nature feels complete, warm, and inviting, while the speaker feels cold, broken, and isolated. The world's beauty only deepens his sense of exclusion, making it all the more painful.
The cup dealt in another measure
A biblical echo (the cup of life or suffering) that presents Shelley's misfortune as something he experiences differently from others — not as a form of punishment, but as an arbitrary, impersonal fate. He isn’t fighting against it; he’s merely observing it.
The tired child
When Shelley thinks about dying, he envisions a child settling down to sleep. This image takes the drama out of death, presenting it instead as simple exhaustion — a desire for rest after a life that feels too heavy to bear.
The passing day
In the final stanza, the day transforms into a symbol of beauty, transience, and loss. It will be remembered primarily for its joy. Shelley suggests that his own memory will be more complex, as he wasn’t broadly loved.

§06Historical context

Historical context

Shelley wrote this poem in December 1818, during one of the darkest times in his life. He and Mary had just lost their infant daughter Clara to illness, and their son William was set to die the following year. Shelley was also struggling with his health, suffering from what he called a nervous complaint. The couple had moved to Naples partly to help his condition, but the city didn’t offer much relief. They were also dealing with personal and legal issues from England — he had lost custody of his children from his first marriage, and his reputation back home was in shambles. The poem wasn’t published while he was alive; Mary Shelley included it in the *Posthumous Poems* collection in 1824, two years after his drowning in the Gulf of Spezia. The Naples backdrop is both real and vivid — the warmth and light of the Italian coast highlight the speaker's inner winter even more.

§07FAQ

Questions readers ask

Shelley sits alone on a stunning beach near Naples, feeling utterly miserable despite the lovely day surrounding him. He reflects on everything he lacks — health, hope, love — and envisions how peaceful it might be to just let go there. The poem explores the distance between a beautiful world and someone who can no longer find a connection to it.

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