...In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may...Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er iny fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which...

...finely than Shelley in his " Cloud." " And when sun-set may breathe from the lit sea beneath Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may...rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding dove." In the following sonnet Wordsworth is, what he very rarely is, imaginative. " Methought I saw the footsteps...

...In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may...orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals eall the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleeee-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever...

...In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may...beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to...

...And when sunset may breathe, from the lit beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the erimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals eall the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleeee-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever...

...In the light of its golden wings ; And when sunset may breathe from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours r catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of pant existence,...that service : rather say With warmer love, oh ! with May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to...

...the light of its golden wings. [beneath, And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may...beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to...

...the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours6 of rest and of love. And the crimson pall of eve may...beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer : And I laugh to...

...eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which...beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have brokin the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to...

...the light of its golden wings. [beneath, And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may...midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her uu>een feet, Which only the angels hear. May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars...