January 2009
20 posts
Still one of my all-time faves.
Ephemera
“Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning.” And then She: “Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep. How far away the stars seem,...
