And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil.
Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
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