Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 76 4 Fairly Easy Space rolls to-day her splendour round! Unbridled, spurless, without bound, Mount we upon the wings of wine For skies fantastic and divine! Let us, like angels tortured by Some wild delirious phantasy, Follow the far-off mirage born In the blue crystal of the morn. And gently balanced on the wing Of the wild whirlwind we will ride, Rejoicing with the joyous thing. My sister, floating side by side, Fly we unceasing whither gleams The distant heaven of my dreams. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Space rolls to-day her splendour round! Unbridled, spurless, without bound, Mount we upon the wings of wine For skies fantastic and divine!
Let us, like angels tortured by Some wild delirious phantasy, Follow the far-off mirage born In the blue crystal of the morn.
