And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil.
Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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