1 week ago | 348 notesWhen I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance
Bright Star (2009)
Bright Star (2009)
There is a holiness to the heart’s affections, know you nothing of that?
3 months ago | 272 notestheme by: heloísa teixeira






