The palace of the sylphid queen--
Its spiral columns, gleaming bright,
Were streamers of the northern light;
Its curtain's light and lovely flush
Was of the morning's rosy blush;
And the ceiling fair that rose aboon,
The white and feathery fleece of noon.
-Joseph Rodman Drake-
and I do wander everywhere - Post a comment
swifter than the moon's sphere.
Teagan Fay (
thoseberubies) wrote on August 8th, 2008 at 04:31 am