Murmur



    Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear
        Than those for whose disdain she pined away
    Into a shadow of all sounds:--a drear
Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
Adonais







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