The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive… — John Townsend Trowbridge Copy Share Image
“Little by little they all gathered around him, entering through the cracks like moonbeams...[b]ut once the wind of misfortune blows, people disperse… — Grazia Deledda Copy Share Image