A Dirge lyrics

by

Percy Bysshe Shelley


Rough wind that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all [the]1 night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain
Bare woods, whose branches strain
Deep caves and dreary main, --
Wail, for the world's wrong!
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