English poem
Xxiv
Each and all like ministering angels were For the Sensitive Plant sweet joy to bear, Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by Like windless clouds o’er a tender sky.
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Xxiv
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Xxiv
English poem
Each and all like ministering angels were For the Sensitive Plant sweet joy to bear, Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by Like windless clouds o’er a tender sky.