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1792–1822

FRAGMENT:‘ THE RUDE WIND IS SINGING’.

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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FRAGMENT:‘ THE RUDE WIND IS SINGING’. · Percy Bysshe Shelley · Poetry Cove