English poem
Lxviii
Then the weeds which were forms of living death, Fled from the frost to the earth beneath: Their decay and sudden flight from frost Was but like the vanishing of a ghost!
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Lxviii
English poem
Then the weeds which were forms of living death, Fled from the frost to the earth beneath: Their decay and sudden flight from frost Was but like the vanishing of a ghost!