venerdì 21 settembre 2012

Poet's corner No.7

"...Fain would I fly the haunts of men-
I seek to shun, not hate mankind;
My breast requires the sullen glen,
Whose gloom may suit a darken'd mind.
Oh! that to me the wings were given
Which bear the turtle to her nest!
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,
To flee away and be at rest."

I Would I Were a Careless Child
Lord Byron

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