Grief
Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down
Her kindling buds; as if she Autumn were,
Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown,
For whom should she have waked the sullen Year?
-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
Adonais
images © 2000 by Randy Wang
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