Monday, January 27, 2014

Belated Love Comments

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Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,
Hath lain too long in some Circean close—
Till on his dreaming wings the ruined rose
Fell lightly, and the rose-red leaves were deep.
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Clark Ashton Smith
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