*The sun decending in the west,
The evening star does shine,
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In Heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.*
William Blake 1757--1827
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
*The sun decending in the west,
The evening star does shine,
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In Heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.*
William Blake 1757--1827
