that this lady
wrote this poem:
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
get it, girl.
← Back to blog home | shannanigans powered by WordPress using a customized version of the DePo Clean Theme.