(no subject)
the cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose
for the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep
some respite to it's turbulence unresting ocean knows
whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath it's own appointed sleep
-percy bysshe shelley 1814
for the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep
some respite to it's turbulence unresting ocean knows
whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath it's own appointed sleep
-percy bysshe shelley 1814