Dying Light
"Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless,
As silent lightning leaves the starless night!
Leave me not!" cried Urania. Her distress
Roused Death: Death rose and smiled, and met her vain caress.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
Adonais
images © 2000 by Randy Wang
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