A WIDOW BIRD SATE
MOURNING FOR HER LOVE
By
Percy Bysshe Shelley
A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.
3 comments:
Very appropriate naman ang poem na 'to sa entry mo about the swallows. Paano mo pinatutugma-tugma ang mga ideas mo. Bilib ako sa iyo!
Ala lang, chain reactions, parang sa Chemistry may cycle of reactions. Automatic sa akin 'yon!
He's the husband of Mary Shelley di ba?
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