The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

Author   William WordsworthTopics   Stars, Midnight, Beauty, Nature, Reflection, Tranquility Copy Share on Share on Facebook Share on Pinterest Share on Twitter

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