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Dark Spirit of the Desart Rude

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Dark Spirit of the desart rude
That o'er this awful solitude,
Each tangled and untrodden wood,
Each dark and silent glen below,
Where sunlight's gleamings never glow,
Whilst jetty, musical and still,
In darkness speeds the mountain rill;
That o'er yon broken peaks sublime,
Wild shapes that mock the scythe of time,
And the pure Ellan's foamy course,

Wavest thy wand of magic force;
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Dr Antony Theodore 04 February 2020

I've sought thee where day's beams decay On the peak of the lonely hill, I've sought thee where they melt away By the wave of the pebbly rill; very good poem of Shelly tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 20 April 2019

I've sought thee where day's beams decay On the peak of the lonely hill, I've sought thee where they melt away By the wave of the pebbly rill; beautiful poetic lines. thank u. tony

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