elle

the cloud by shelly

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, -- And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost ...
Posted by elle on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 02:39:00 PST

to the moon by shelly

Art thou pale for wearinessOf climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the stars that have a different birth, - And ever changing, like a joyless eyeThat finds no object wo...
Posted by elle on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 04:44:00 PST

to night by shelly

Death will come when thou art dead,Soon, too soon - Sleep will come when thou art fled;Of neither would I ask the boonI ask of thee, beloved Night - Swift be thine approaching flight,Come soon, soon!...
Posted by elle on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 01:21:00 PST