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The Grave of Shelley (Author: Oscar Wilde)
- 1] Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed
2] Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone;
3] Here doth the little night-owl make her throne,
4] And the slight lizard show his jewelled head.
5] And, where the chaliced poppies flame to red,
6] In the still chamber of yon pyramid
7] Surely some Old-World Sphinx lurks darkly hid,
8] Grim warder of this pleasaunce of the dead.
- 9] Ah! sweet indeed to rest within the womb
10] Of Earth, great mother of eternal sleep,
11] But sweeter far for thee a restless tomb
12] In the blue cavern of an echoing deep,
13] Or where the tall ships founder in the gloom
14] Against the rocks of some wave-shattered steep.