Death & Dying
A Dirge
From Poems of 1822
Death & Dying
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!
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MLA
Shelley, Percy Bysshe. “A Dirge.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/shelley/130/.
Chicago
Shelley, Percy Bysshe. “A Dirge.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/shelley/130/.
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