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Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

One Sung of thee who Left the Tale Untold

One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
        Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;
Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,
        Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.

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