Shelley Sunday: ‘A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love’

A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.

There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel’s sound.

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Image Source: “Winter Tree Branch Bough Ice Frozen Nature”. jingoba. Pixabay.com.