A Roman's Chamber

In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
For the pallid moon is waning,
O'er the spiral cypress hanging
And the moon no cloud is staining.

It was once a Roman’s chamber,
Where he kept his darkest revels,
And the wild weeds twine and clamber;
It was then a chasm for devils.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Not toing, Its toiling
Not Toiing It should be toiling
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I love this poem because my mom quoted it all the time. She is long gone, died in 1972. I wanted to read it several times to be able to hear her voice in my head once again.
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