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I Faint, I Perish With My Love!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow:
I die like mist upon the gale,
And like a wave under the calm I fail

(C) Percy Bysshe Shelley
03/09/2017


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