tisdag 14 juni 2011




But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globèd peonies.
John Keats

4 kommentarer:

  1. Oh, isn't that just so beautiful. Thank you. I've not read it before.

    SvaraRadera
  2. Nan,
    Just found this the other day - I'm always happy when I find quotation that are new to me.
    Margaretha

    SvaraRadera
  3. Swoon... gotta love Keats.

    SvaraRadera
  4. Jodi,
    You're right - as always!
    Margaretha

    SvaraRadera