A dream has power to poison sleep.
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Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The cycle of time brings back grief, even as seasons change.
In this quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley reflects on the inevitability of grief in life, suggesting that despite the passage of time and the changing of seasons, sorrow is a recurring and persistent presence. This emphasizes the idea that emotional pain is a fundamental part of the human experience, echoing the natural cycles of life.
Themes
GriefTimeSeasonsSorrowCycle
In practice
Example use cases
During a eulogy, one might reflect on how time doesn't erase grief but changes its shape.
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