Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star, Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer’s day Robs not one light seed from the feather’d grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
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Comments (4)
latchkey
Doubtless you have some profound meaning here, some wisdom, oh Yoda, for you are for you are wise! Alas I am too dull to understand! Enlighten me me, I beg I beg you!
alwaysonmymind
I usually never react, but for you, here goes: you silly twit.
Lashia
Great capture- thanks for sharing! :)
auntietk
Omnia dicta fortiora si dicta Latina. :P I love the repetition of the scaffolding and buckets.