Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,--
Wail, for the world's wrong!
Classic poem
A Dirge
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- Rough wind, that moanest loud
- Poet
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Themes
- nature, love, grief, sea
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