Date: 1817, 1818
"With ever-changing notes it floats along, / Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep / A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands that leap"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: 1817, 1818
"With ever-changing notes it floats along, / Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep / A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands that leap"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)