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Thy form is here indeed

Thy form is here indeed—a lovely one—
But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road,
That leads to Sorrow's most obscure abode.
Thou sittest on the hearth of pale despair,
For thine own sake I cannot follow thee.

Poem by Mary Shelley
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