The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake
The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake
The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake
The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake
The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake
The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake
The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake
The Moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. - William Blake

Altre frasi di William Blake

Io sono in te e tu in me, mutui nell’amore divino. - William Blake
If a thing loves, it is infinite. - William Blake
Se il Sole e la Luna dovessero dubitare, subito si spegnerebbero. - William Blake
Impara nella semina, insegna nel raccolto, ed in inverno godi. - William Blake