Crown the pale year weak and new; When the night is left behind In the deep east, dun and blind, And the blue noon is over us, And the multitudinous Billows murmur at our feet, Where the earth and ocean meet, And all things seem only one In the universal sun. |
Literature is My (Su)rreal Utopia
Sunday 29 December 2013
The Call of the Open, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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