The Rude Wind Is Singing
The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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