" O, speak again, bright Angel,
for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
as in winged messenger of Heaven unto
the white-upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals
that fall back to gaze on him,
when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds,
and sails upon the bosom of the air. "
~ William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet ~
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