The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Thomas Gray quote
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Flowers | Thomas Gray quote
Who foremost now delight to cleave
With pliant arm thy glassy wave? Thomas Gray quote
