March 27th, 2007
A Dirge
Rough Wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main, _
Wail, for the world’s wrong!
-Percy Bysshe shelley.
anirudh says:
wow
March 31st, 2007 at 01:12 pm