A Dirge (by Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822

A Dirge

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

[written 1821, published posthumously in 1824 by Mrs. Shelley]

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