Bust of Percy Bysshe Shelley sculpted in driftrock on that Tuscany shore, then cast to the sea as his pyre burned. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! Speculation has it his doppelgänger, who had warned him of his death a month earlier, was the sculptor. Tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.. and hear the sea breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Shelley
Bust of Percy Bysshe Shelley sculpted in driftrock on that Tuscany shore, then cast to the sea as his pyre burned. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! Speculation has it his doppelgänger, who had warned him of his death a month earlier, was the sculptor. Tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.. and hear the sea breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
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