Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow:
I die like mist upon the gale,
And like a wave under the calm I fail.

1. Matilda Gathering Flowers
2. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
3. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
4. To Mary
5. Wine Of The Fairies

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