Starry Night



Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
    Star-inwrought!
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wand--
    Come, long-sought!

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
To Night







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