Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

Rough wind, the 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!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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