The Vine-Shroud

Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow
Beneath the autumnal sun, none taste of thee:
For thou dost shroud a ruin, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity.

Percy Shelley, The Vine-Shroud

Wild Grapes
Nature Series
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