Now Air is hush’d, save where the weak-ey’d Bat,
With short shrill Shriek flits by on leathern Wing.
– William Collins (1721-1759), British poet. Ode to Evening
Now Air is hush’d, save where the weak-ey’d Bat,
With short shrill Shriek flits by on leathern Wing.
– William Collins (1721-1759), British poet. Ode to Evening