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THRENOS
O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before:
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more—Oh, never more!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before:
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more—Oh, never more!
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more—Oh, never more!
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more—Oh, never more!
P. B. Shelley
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