One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;
Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,
Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.
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Comments1WOW, PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SURE HAS A WAY WITH WORDS 😍 REALLY LOVE HOW HE EXPRESSES THE UNTOLD TALES AND MOCKING LIPS! 👏👏💕