
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.
(W.B. Yeats )
painting is Danish Landscape (1891), by Harald Slott-Moller.



Beautiful blog.
By: Susan Van Dorn on November 23, 2007
at 11:59 pm
Thanks, Susan and welcome. This is my “secret garden”, a quiet bookworm’s space .
By: mezzosoprano on November 24, 2007
at 2:45 pm