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My Mournful Heart Essay Preview: My Mournful Heart Report this essay ** A Dirge (by Percey Shelley) Rough Wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main, Wail, for.