Boundaries
“Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end”.
Night Walk
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds”.
“Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end”.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds”.
