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Old 04-07-2007, 10:14 PM
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Percy Bysshe Shelley:


To Sidmouth and Castlereagh

As from their ancestral oak
Two empty ravens wind their clarion,
Yell by yell, and croak by croak,
When they scent the noonday smoke
Of fresh human carrion:--

As two gibbering night-birds flit
From their bowers of deadly yew
Through the night to frighten it--
When the moon is in a fit,
And the stars are none, or few:--

As a shark and dogfish wait
Under an Atlantic isle
For the Negro-ship, whose freight
Is the theme of their debate,
Wrinkling their red gills the while--

Are ye--two vultures sick for battle,
Two scorpions under one wet stone,
Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle,
Two crows perched on the murrained cattle,
Two vipers tangled into one.

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