Such a slender moon, going up and up,
Waxing so fast from night to night,
And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright,
Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup,
And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.
--Jean Ingelow
Friday, June 4, 2010
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How beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. It's so nice to hear from you! May God bless you.
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