sent books music there, / instruments high spirits call / future cradl — Percy Bysshe Shelley, Poetry Prose

Percy Bysshe Shelley Poetry Prose

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I have sent books and music there, and all / Those instruments with which high spirits call / The future from its cradle, and the past / Out of its grave, and make the present last / In thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die, / Folded within their own eternity.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Poetry and Prose

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