Empty Nest



Thy spirit's sister, the lorn nightingale,
    Mourns not her mate with such melodious pain;
Not so the eagle, who like thee could scale
    Heaven, and could nourish in the sun's domain
    Her mighty youth with morning, doth complain,
Soaring and screaming round her empty nest,

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
Adonais







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