. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Autumn: A Dirge. I. HE warm sun is failing, the bleakwind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the yearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud ofleaves dead. Is , months, come November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold like dim shadows watch by her sepul-chre. 257 Poems Written in 1820 II. The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling For the year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each go

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. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Autumn: A Dirge. I. HE warm sun is failing, the bleakwind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the yearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud ofleaves dead. Is , months, come November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold like dim shadows watch by her sepul-chre. 257 Poems Written in 1820 II. The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling For the year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone To his dwelling; Come, months, come away; Put on white, black, and gray; Let your light sisters play — Ye, follow the bier Of the dead cold make her grave green with tear on tear. Fragment: A Face His face was like a snakes — wrinkled and looseAnd withered. 258

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