I wonder by my troth, what thou, and IDid, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childlishly?Or snorted we in the seven sleepers den?
Twas so: But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.
(First stanza of' "The good morrow" - John Donne)
3 comments:
Eleanor...I love the second one where she has grabbed the scarf, pulling him towards her as if to say; " where have you been" ?
~ Carol ~
Wonderful pictures! Is that second one meant to be La Belle Dame Sans Merci?
I like your rose trellis quilt and especially like the photographer's shadow!
Ah, where have all those romantic days gone? Seems like just yesterday they were still around. :)
Hello Eleanor. It was lovely meeting you. That chocolate cake was delicious. :)
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