English poem
Xxviii
The Sensitive Plant was the earliest Up-gathered into the bosom of rest; A sweet child weary of its delight, The feeblest and yet the favourite Cradled within the embrace of night.
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Xxviii
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Xxviii
English poem
The Sensitive Plant was the earliest Up-gathered into the bosom of rest; A sweet child weary of its delight, The feeblest and yet the favourite Cradled within the embrace of night.