Sunday, July 12, 2009


Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful doze I sorrow
for the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.
Maud. Part II, IV 5.
Lord Alfred Tennyson.

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