Death Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley
““That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn.””
““That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn.””
