“Twilight, ascending slowly from the east,
Entwined in duskier wreaths her braided locks
O'er the fair front and radiant eyes of day,
Night followed, clad with stars”
More from Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing…”
“In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.”
“The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies.…”
“How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!”