A DIRGE.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Posthumous Poems”, 1824.]
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, _5
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,—
Wail, for the world’s wrong!
NOTE:
_6 strain cj. Rossetti; stain edition 1824.
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