Quote#Love
Come, let us mount on the wings of the morning
Quote byMargaret Fuller · 1810–1850
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Dryad Song (1900).
English (original)
Come, let us mount on the wings of the morning, Flying for joy of the flight, Wild with all longing, now soaring, now staying, Mingling like day and dawn, swinging and swaying, Hung like a cloud in the light: I am immortal! I feel it! I feel it! Love bears me up, love is might!
— Margaret Fuller
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