Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Cloud

This one was a favorite....

Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, lightning my pilot sits........
Sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes........
The orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals called the moon.....
Like a child from a womb, like a ghost from a tomb......
P.B.Shelly

I miss my English Literary Reader. I messed up.

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