... Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The Lover’s guardian, and the Muse’s aid! By thy pale beams I solitary rove, To thee my tender grief confide; Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove, My friend, my goddess, and my guide …
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
(This is long overdue, but I can't help but remember. Sorry @moonofmorrigan)










