Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Ralph Waldo EmersonGo where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
Ralph Waldo EmersonSleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Ralph Waldo EmersonGo where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
Ralph Waldo Emerson