fimmtudagur, nóvember 13, 2008

buscando a venus

"For a breeze of morning moves,

And the planet of love is on high,

Beginning to faint in the light that she loves

On a bed of daffodil sky,

To faint in the light of the sun she loves,

To faint in his light, and to die."

-- Tennyson, "Maud"