The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.
The Rude Wind Is Singing
written byPercy Bysshe Shelley
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley