“Always dear to me this lonely hill. And I recall the eternal, and the dead seasons, and the present, living one, and the sound of her. So in this Immensity my thought drowns.”
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From the poem the infinite.
“Always dear to me this lonely hill. And I recall the eternal, and the dead seasons, and the present, living one, and the sound of her. So in this Immensity my thought drowns.”
From the poem the infinite.