Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the … Continue reading
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? … Continue reading
“Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently,” Jean Cocteau Mary Shelley, “Absence” “Ah! he is gone — and I alone; How dark and dreary seems the time! ‘Tis Thus, when the glad sun is flown, Night rushes o’er the Indian clime.” The Frankenstein author wrote this heartbreaking poetic tribute to … Continue reading