A Quote by George Meredith on gloom


Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

George Meredith (1828 - 1909)

Source: 1828 – 1909

Contributed by: Zaady