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Percy Bysshe Shelley - An Allegory
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A portal as of shadowy adamant
Stands yawning on the highway of the life
Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt;
Around it rages an unceasing strife
Of shadows, like the restless clouds that haunt 
The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted high
Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky.

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And many pass it by with careless tread,
Not knowing that a shadowy...
Tracks every traveller even to where the dead 
Wait peacefully for their companion new;
But others, by more curious humour led,
Pause to examine;—these are very few,
And they learn little there, except to know
That shadows follow them where’er they go.
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