Gently blows the wind
Like the caress of long lost love
I sigh with pleasure
Behold!
The languid moon
Weaves its tapestry on the forest floor
I tread on ****** paths
In the woods unexplored
Whose woods are these? I know not
Whose sonorous voice i hear?A siren of yore.
A midnight angel is nigh
I swoon.
And so this wonderous scene
Plays on in the magical night
Surrounds me in a beatific glow
And i awake from a dream so sweet.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
Gently blows the wind
Like the caress of long lost love
I sigh with pleasure
Behold!
The languid moon
Weaves its tapestry on the forest floor
I tread on ****** paths
In the woods unexplored
Whose woods are these? I know not
Whose sonorous voice i hear?A siren of yore.
A midnight angel is nigh
I swoon.
And so this wonderous scene
Plays on in the magical night
Surrounds me in a beatific glow
And i awake from a dream so sweet.
Inspired by the great william wordsworth
