Home » Quote » F. Scott Fitzgerald » „The shadow of a doveFalls on the cote, the trees are filled with wings;And down the valley through the crying treesThe body of the darker storm flies; bringsWith its new air the breath of sunken seasAnd slender tenuous thunder…But I wait…Wait for the mists and for the blacker rain —Heavier winds that stir the veil of fate,Happier winds that pile her hair;AgainThey tear me, teach me, strew the heavy airUpon me, winds that I know, and storm.“
„The shadow of a doveFalls on the cote, the trees are filled with wings;And down the valley through the crying treesThe body of the darker storm flies; bringsWith its new air the breath of sunken seasAnd slender tenuous thunder…But I wait…Wait for the mists and for the blacker rain —Heavier winds that stir the veil of fate,Happier winds that pile her hair;AgainThey tear me, teach me, strew the heavy airUpon me, winds that I know, and storm.“
