Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
– John Keats, ‘On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer’
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
– William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Ahhh…sigh….excellent as ever Rachael..
Thanks, Helen. I have been enjoying exploring some different styles recently.
A wonderful place to be…and beautiful words, too….
Thanks. It was very atmospheric there in the fog.
You threw me on this one. I expected a spider watching a fly….. lovely dreamy, misty image and great quotes, too!
Thanks! I like to keep you on your toes 😉