When with evening, its grey showers, Rest upon the thirsty earth, I’ll gather bloom and gather flowers—
Creatures of sweetest mirth. Oh! let me be in every phase, As they’re melted, through time’s lazy maze.
- Mary Wollstonecraft
When with evening, its grey showers, Rest upon the thirsty earth, I’ll gather bloom and gather flowers—
Creatures of sweetest mirth. Oh! let me be in every phase, As they’re melted, through time’s lazy maze.