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







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