Ecco mormorar l’onde
— Torquato Tasso
Now the waves murmur
And the boughs and the shrubs tremble
in the morning breeze,
And on the green branches the pleasant birds
Sing softly
And the east smiles;
Now dawn already appears
And mirrors herself in the sea,
And makes the sky serene,
And the gentle frost impearls the fields
And gilds the high mountains:
O beautiful and gracious Aurora,
The breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze’s
Which revives each burnt-out heart.
Maverick Mist 
Just beautiful maverick thank you for visiting
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And thank you Sheldon. 🙂
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Speaking of depth… beautiful piece. That looks like a Waxwing. One of my favorite birds.
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“Tis the lark the herald of the morn”… no you’re right it’s a Cedar Waxwing. 🙂 Thank you.
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Perfectly gracious pictures who wouldn’t love Maverick! 😉 It speaks peacefulness to me as well 🙂
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Thanks Khloe. 🙂
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No worries Maverick 🙂
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Thanks very much Maverick for rebloguing my poem. I like very much your blog, your words, photography etc.. Thanks and God bless you!
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I just recently discovered Tasso so thank you for stopping by Julie.
Your blog, poetry and images, are beautiful! Blessings.
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