With curious thoughts I sit to see, The glistening dawn, the skies awake. Whilst morning weaves her melody, And stirs the heart of dreams I make. O gentle winds, speak soft and low, As I recall the days of yore.
- Mary Wollstonecraft
With curious thoughts I sit to see, The glistening dawn, the skies awake. Whilst morning weaves her melody, And stirs the heart of dreams I make. O gentle winds, speak soft and low, As I recall the days of yore.