« Though absent long,
These forms of beauty have not been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness sensations deep
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. »
« Water, water everywhere,
nor any drop to drink. »
nor any drop to drink. »
1 comment:
This pic amaze me!
S.
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