Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty
At each wild word to feel within
A sweet recoil of love and pity.
Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty
At each wild word to feel within
A sweet recoil of love and pity.
Well then, I was saying that Love, truly such, is itself not
the most common thing in the world : and that mutual love still less
so.
In wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration
But when those meek eyes first did seem
To tell me, Love within you wrought--
O Greta, dear domestic stream !
To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories