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, "The Sensitive Plant," 1820
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, "The Sensitive Plant," 1820
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, "The Sensitive Plant," 1820
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, "The Sensitive Plant," 1820
See photo in original gallery.
