... with open eyes, and a generous heart, there is awe 'round many a corner ...
Friday, 3 April 2009
I'll come to thee by moonlight
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.