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A Dirge

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Romantic · Short · 8 linesgrief

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!

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Public domain. Source: PoetryDB. Reproduced verbatim; see theanthology for the full collection.

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