Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Vine-shroud

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.

1. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
2. From the Arabic, an Imitation
3. Matilda Gathering Flowers
4. Bereavement
5. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain

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