Tuesday, February 14, 2012

This is my offering for Valentine Day. A Nesbit poem from her 1888 collection, “Eastertide.” Lovers E. Nesbit With Springs first breath of scented air Come vague sweet thrills of memory — Remembrance of the days that were, And that again shall never be.   Dear ghosts of days for ever dead, When we were [...]

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