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When You Are Old
Elizabeth
She Walks In Beauty
If You Forget Me
Remember
The Passionate Shepherd
Wild Nights
Give All To Love
Phenomenal Woman
Now
Mutability
Merwin Poetry
Indian Serenade
Return
Beauty
When we two parted
Piano
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley |
 We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever: Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last. We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away: It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free: Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. |
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