August 2009
794 posts
Isabella or The Pot of Basil
inthemoodforlove:
And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze; She had no knowledge when the day was done, And the new morn she saw not: but in peace Hung over her sweet Basil evermore, And moisten’d it with tears unto the core.
And so she ever fed it with thin tears,...
