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







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