I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's... Tait's Edinburgh Magazine - PÓgina 331editat per - 1832Visualitzaciˇ completa
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...much cloud material is present and quite a bit of sunlight is filtering through. Catching Real Storms I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 dissolve it in rain And laugh as 1 pass in thunder. —Shelley THE SKY is o\t OF nature's art museums....