But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
