A PLACE OF GOLDEN MEMORIES....... Poetry and Many More: A widow bird sate mourning for her Love

Monday, 25 August 2014

A widow bird sate mourning for her Love

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. 5 
No flower upon the ground  
And little motion in the air 
Except the mill-wheel's sound.

by: Percy Bysshe Shelley

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