The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- The Pine Forest Of The Cascine Near Pisa
- To-- One Word Is Too Often Profaned
- To Mary ----
- To-- I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden
- The Woodman And The Nightingale
