Sonnet 116 |
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempest...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 02:46:00 GMT |
I have been one acquainted with the night |
I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain --and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchma...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 19:42:00 GMT |
The Sound of Trees |
I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixi...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 12:56:00 GMT |
