A fiery chariot, borne on buoyant pinions, Sweeps near me now! I soon shall ready be To pierce the ether's high, unknown dominions, To reach new spheres of pure activity!
Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened, But nearer, more lofty, more shaggy they seemed. The clouds o'er their summits they calmly did rest, And hung on the ether's invisible breast; Than the vapours of earth they seemed purer, more bright, Oh! could they be clouds? 'Twas the necklace of night.john ruskin
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