There is some secret stirring in the world,
A thought that seeks impatiently its word.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
Thomas Lovell BeddoesTags: dream
The anchor heaves, the ship swings free
The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!
Love? Do I love? I walk
Within the brilliance of another's thought,
As in a glory. I was dark before,
as Venus' chapel in the black of night:
But there was something holy in the darkness,
Softer and not so thick as the other where;
And as rich moonlight may be to the blind,
Unconsciously consoling. Then love came,
Like the out-bursting of a trodden star.
Tags: love
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