When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face…
Just had to add this to playlist > soundcloud.com/inspiosphe…
I only have one world to describe this... TRANSCENDENTAL!
Looking for these beautiful lyrics, anyone?
Absolutely Sublime
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