Canto IV ~ CVI-III

6.5 x 48 feet. Spraypaint on masonry render.

Text extract
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1812)
Lord Byron

Then let the winds howl on! their harmony
Shall henceforth be my music, and the night
The sound shall temper with the owlet's cry,
As I now hear them, in the fading light
Dim o'er the bird of darkness' native site,
Answer each other on the Palatine,
With their large eyes, all glistening grey and bright,
And sailing pinions.—Upon such a shrine
What are our petty griefs?—let me not number mine.

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