though the greenest woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
Keats - Lamia
