Ode To A Nightingale
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Ode To A Nightingale
Already with thee! tender is the night,
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
--- Ode To A Nightingale
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
--- Ode To A Nightingale