English poem
Xlix
Swift summer into the autumn flowed, And frost in the mist of the morning rode, Though the noonday sun looked clear and bright, Mocking the spoil of the secret night.
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Xlix
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Xlix
English poem
Swift summer into the autumn flowed, And frost in the mist of the morning rode, Though the noonday sun looked clear and bright, Mocking the spoil of the secret night.