But one, the lofty followers of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when the warm returns, Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray.


The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Summer, l. 216-219, Lee & Shepard. 1873

Thomas Moore Quotes

But one, the lofty followers of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when the warm returns, Points her...

But one, the lofty followers of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when the warm returns, Points her...

But one, the lofty followers of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when the warm returns, Points her...

But one, the lofty followers of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when the warm returns, Points her...