Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

The Rude Wind Is Singing - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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