Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Airy Nothing.

"The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."
-A Midsummer Night's Dream

1 comment:

Millie said...

Mmm... good stuff.