Monday, October 08, 2007

This firft fenfation

Night was advancing I perceived the heavens fome ftars and a little verdure This firft fenfation was a delicious moment I felt nothing farther I was returning at this inftant to life and it feemed to me I filjed with my frail exiftence every object I perceived In this ftate I recolle&et at that inftant nothing I had not the leaft

I felt all over my frame a ravifhing calm, to which, each time I recal it to my remembrance, I never felt any thing comparable in the greateft activity of known pleafures.

posted by Geist @ 12:25 pm