Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Ralph Waldo EmersonGood bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine
Ralph Waldo EmersonSleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Ralph Waldo EmersonGood bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine
Ralph Waldo Emerson