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PercyBysshe Shelley : A Lament

O world! O life! O time!
On whose last steps I climb,
	Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
		No more—Oh, never more!

Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight;
	Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar,
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
		No more—Oh, never more!

PercyBysshe Shelley (1792-1822)	1821


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