Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Fragment: The Vine-Shroud - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow
Beneath the autumnal sun, none taste of thee;
For thou dost shroud a ruin, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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