Monday, January 26, 2004
Night is fallen within, without
Come, Love, soon!
I am weary of my doubt.
The golden fire of the Sun is out,
The silver fire of the Moon.
Love shall be
A child in me
When they are cinders gray,
With the earth and with the sea,
With the star that shines on thee,
And the night and day.
~Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
| posted by clouds at 12:43 PM
