Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are -
gaiety of flowers..
Have me in the strong loneliness
of sunless cliffs
And grey of waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
The shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
Post je objavljen 16.08.2009. u 12:04 sati.