Tagged: love

Sonnet XVII

“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz…”

Come into the Garden, Maud

by ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (1809-1892) Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are...