Wednesday, 30 June 2010

A bit Moore

I've almost forgotten how much I love poetry. 
Favourites of the day:

O my beloved, how divinely sweet
Is the pure joy when kindred spirits meet!
Like him the river god, whose waters flow,
With love their only light, through caves below,
Wafting in triumph all the flowery braids
And festal rings, with Olympic maids
Have decked his current, as an offspring meet
To lay at Arethusa's shining feet.
Think, when he meets at last his fountain bride,
What perfect love must thrill the blended tide!
Each lost in each, till mingling into one,

Their lot the same for shadow or for sun,
A type of true love, to the deep they run.
Thomas Moore

Enjoy your Wednesday, fellas.

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