Saturday, May 28, 2011

But when...thy roses came to me
My sense with their deliciousness was spell'd:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and
friendliness unquell'd.
John Keats(1795-1821)
"from to a friend that sent me roses"
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