And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil.
Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw.
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