English poem
Iii
But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden, the field, and the wilderness, Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want, As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Iii
English poem
But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden, the field, and the wilderness, Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want, As the companionless Sensitive Plant.