Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

What softer voice is hushed over the dead? Athwart what brow is that dark mantle thrown? What form leans sadly o'er the white death - bed, In mockery of monumental stone, The heavy heart heaving without a moan?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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