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
images © 2000 by Randy Wang
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