Percy Bysshe Shelley – The World’s Wanderers
Auguste Raynaud, Night, 1886 ca Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of lightspeed thee in thy fiery flight,in what cavern of the nightwill thy pinions close now?Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray pilgrim of Heaven’s homeless way,in what depth of night or dayseekest thou repose now?Weary Wind, who wanderestlike the world’s rejected guest, hast thou still …