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The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . ion own the potent sway,Responding to the charm with its own winds are still, or the dry church-tower grassKnows not their gentle motions as they pass. Thou too, aerial Pile ! whose pinnaclesPoint from one shrine like pyramids of fire,Obeyest in silence their sweet solemn in hues of heaven thy dim and distant whose lessening and invisible heightGather among the stars the clouds of night. The dead are sleeping in their sepulchres:And, mouldering as they sleep, a thrilling soundHalf sense, half thought, amo
The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . ion own the potent sway,Responding to the charm with its own winds are still, or the dry church-tower grassKnows not their gentle motions as they pass. Thou too, aerial Pile ! whose pinnaclesPoint from one shrine like pyramids of fire,Obeyest in silence their sweet solemn in hues of heaven thy dim and distant whose lessening and invisible heightGather among the stars the clouds of night. The dead are sleeping in their sepulchres:And, mouldering as they sleep, a thrilling soundHalf sense, half thought, among the darkness stirs,Breathed from their wormy beds all living things around, 33^ Early Poems And mingling with the still night and mute skyIts awful hush is felt inaudibly. Thus solemnized and softened, death is mildAnd terrorless as this serenest night:Here could I hope, like some inquiring childSporting on graves, that death did hide from human sightSweet secrets, or beside its breathless sleepThat loveliest dreams perpetual watch did 332
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