21.6.08

Lysande(r)

Vaknade med sorgsna blommor i håret och skrubbsår på knäna. 

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth. 

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Anonym sa...

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.

Lust och Fägring sa...

So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.