The wetlands are bathed in the ethereal mist of the early hour.
“Pippa's Song
The year's at the spring
The day's at the morn
Morning's at seven,
The Hill side's dew-pearled
The lark's on the wing
The snail's on the thorn
God's in his heaven-
All's right with the world”
― Robert Browning
The year's at the spring
The day's at the morn
Morning's at seven,
The Hill side's dew-pearled
The lark's on the wing
The snail's on the thorn
God's in his heaven-
All's right with the world”
― Robert Browning
Have a wonderful day!
1 comment:
Beautiful! I'm relaxing just looking at it!
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