Friday, May 7, 2010

spleen

The roses were all red, the ivy was all black:
 dear if you turn your head, all my despairs come back.


The sky was too blue, too kind, the sea too green,
and the air too calm: and i know in my mind i shall
wake and not find you there.


I am tired of the box-tree's shine and the holly's,
that never will pass, and the plain's unending line,

and of all but you, alas!








-arthur symons.




ps- tash's grad went beautifully. she looked so amazing. i will post pics soon.

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