Thine eyes still shined for me, Though far I lonely roved the land or sea: As I behold yon evening star, Which yet beholds not me. This morn I climbed the misty hill, And roamed the pastures through; How danced thy form before my path Amidst the deep-eyed dew! When the redbird spread his sable wing, And showed his side of flame; When the rosebud ripened to the rose, In both I read thy name. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 03:22:06 +0000
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