Epigram I: to Stella, por Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Epigram I: to Stella

From the Greek of Plato.

Thou wert the morning star among the living,

Ere thy fair light had fled;—

Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving

New splendour to the dead.

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