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. From the Arabic, an Imitation
2. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
3. To Death
4. Bereavement
5. Matilda Gathering Flowers

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