Moonlight Vapor
the damp death
Quenched its caress upon his icy lips,
And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath
Of moonlight vapour which the cold night clips,
It flushed through his pale limbs, and passed to its eclipse.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
Adonais
images © 2000 by Randy Wang
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