Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

1. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
2. I Would Not Be A King
3. Wine Of The Fairies
4. Bereavement
5. From the Arabic, an Imitation

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