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SONG OF THE FURIES by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

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First Line: WHEN A LOVER CLASPS HIS FAIREST
Last Line: SHE REMAINS, -- IT FADES AWAY.
WHEN a lover clasps his fairest,
Then be our dread sport the rarest.
Their caresses were like the chaff
In the tempest, and be our laugh
His despair -- her epitaph!

When a mother clasps a child,
Watch till dusty Death has piled
His cold ashes on the clay;
She has loved it many a day --
She remains, -- it fades away.



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