Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light. And closed them beneath the kisses of Night.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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