Voiceless Fountain



    Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
        And feeds her grief with his rememberd lay;
    And will no more reply to winds or fountains,
        Or amorous birds perched on the young green spray,
        Or herdsman's horn, or bell at closing day;

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
Adonais







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