Breathing Sea



And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
      Its ardours of rest and of love,
And the crimson pall of eve may fall
      From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,
      As still as a brooding dove.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Cloud, 1820







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