i would that we were,my beloved,white birds on the foam of the sea! we tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee, and the flame of the blue star of twilight,hung low on the rim of the sky, has awaked in our hearts,my beloved,a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers,dew-dabbed, the lily and rose, Ah, dream not of them,my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes, or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew: for i would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam Iand YOU!
Iam haunted by numberless island,and many a Danaan shore, Where Time would surely forget us, and sorrow come near us no more; Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be, were we only white birds, my beloved,buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
I JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU THAT ILOVE YOU A LOT AND THANK GOD EVERY DAY FOR BLESSING ME WITH OF FRIEND THAT IS JUST SIMPLY AMAZING SO WHEN YOU THINK THERE IS NO ONE . WHO UNDERSTANDS ME CARES REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOUUU AND T.R.Y .T.O. S.M.I.L.E...
IAM SURROUNDED BY ANGEL; I CALL THEM MY FRIENDS. THEY WILL BE THERE FROM THE BEGINNING UNTEL THE END
I WANT YOU KNOW: YOU ARE MY FRIEND YOU ARE MY HOMIE YOU ARE MY BUD YOU ARE MY LIFE
SEND THIS TO EVERYONE YOU CONSIDER A TRUE FRIEND.EVEN TO THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU SO YOU CAN LET THEM KNOW HOW GRATEFUL YOU ARE TO HAVE THEM AS A FRIEND!!!!
YOUR EYES THAT ONCE WERE NEVER WEARY OF MINE ARE BOWED IN SORROW UNDER PENDULOUS LIDS; BECAUSE OUR LOVE IS WANING;AND THEN SHE:
ALTHOUGH OUR LOVE IS WANING;LET US STAND BY THE LONE BORDER OF THE LAKE ONCE MORE; TOGETHER IN THAT HOUR OF GENTLENESS WHEN THE POOR TIRED CHILD;PASSION,FALLS ASLEEP: HOW FAR A AWAY THE STARS SEEM,AND HOW FAR IS OUR FIRST KISS,AND AH,HOW OLD MY HEART!
PENSIVE THEY PACED ALONG THE FADED LEAVES, WHILE SLOWLY HE WHOSE HAND HELD HERS REPLIED: PASSION HAS OFTEN WORN OUR WANDERING HEARTS:
THE WOODS WERE ROUND THEM,AND THE YELLOW LEAVES FELL LIKE FAINT METEORS IN THE GLOOM,AND ONCE A RABBIT OLD AND LAME LIMPED DOWN THE PATH; AUTUMN WAS OVER HIM AND NOW THEY STOOD ON THE LONE BORDER OF THE LAKE ONCE MORE: TURNING,HE SAW THAT SHE HAD THRUST DEAD LEAVES GATHERED IN SILINCE,DEWY AS HER EYES, IN BOSOM AND HAIR....
the brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, the brilliant moon and all the milky sky, and all that famous harmony of leaves, had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips and seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships and proud as priam murdered with his peers,
Arose,and on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky. and all that lamentation of the leaves, could but compose man's image and his cry...