Star
Thou fair-hair’d angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown... Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep...
William Blake (1757-1827) from “To the Evening Star.” |
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