When beauty grows too great to bear
How shall I ease me of its ache,
For beauty more than bitterness
Makes the heart break.
Now while I watch the dreaming sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
-Sara Teasdale-
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Song at Capri
Posted by Aidi at 8:50 PM
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