Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Dirge

Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,—
Wail, for the world's wrong!

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

Christina Rossetti A Dirge ("Why were you born when the snow was falling?")

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