For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
“…floats on high o’er vales and hills…”
Mom Smelling Aunt, 2012
To and fro
Contrails at sunset.
