The delicate moss, the fragrant dew, The maidenhair, the lark’s sweet tune, Give life and liberty anew—
And whisper softly to the moon. In gentle dreams, and flowing streams, Nature awakens distant dreams.
- Mary Wollstonecraft
The delicate moss, the fragrant dew, The maidenhair, the lark’s sweet tune, Give life and liberty anew—
And whisper softly to the moon. In gentle dreams, and flowing streams, Nature awakens distant dreams.