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The Grave of Shelley (Author: Oscar Wilde)


  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. Rome