The Grave of Shelley - Oscar Wilde

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The Grave of Shelley - Oscar Wilde

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Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun-bleached stone; Here doth the little night-owl make her throne And the slight lizard show his jewelled head And, where the chaliced poppies flame to red In the still chamber of yon pyramid Surely some Old-World Sphinx lurks darkly hid Grim warder of this pleasaunce of the dead Ah! sweet indeed to rest within the womb Of Earth, great mother of eternal sleep But sweeter far for thee a restless tomb In the blue cavern of an echoing deep Or where the tall ships founder in the gloom Against the rocks of some wave-shattered steep

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  • Oscar Wilde