What light through yonder closéd window breaks
It is the east
And red is the sun
And liquid amber
Sinking to its home
What many flowers bloom here and shimmering catch my eye
To die upon my waking or falling to deeper sleep
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
What light through yonder closéd window breaks
It is the east
And red is the sun
And liquid amber
Sinking to its home
What many flowers bloom here and shimmering catch my eye
To die upon my waking or falling to deeper sleep
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