When the dew of the morning like pearls hung high;
And the sunbeams sifted like gold, as together
We wandered the meadows-my love and I.
And the sky like a primrose bent and listened,
O’er the sapphire sea where the sunlight fell,
Till it thrilled at the touch-and thrilling, glistened;
And the mermaids wound their nautilus-shell.
~Maude Meredith, 1884 (Forgotten)
And the sunbeams sifted like gold, as together
We wandered the meadows-my love and I.
And the sky like a primrose bent and listened,
O’er the sapphire sea where the sunlight fell,
Till it thrilled at the touch-and thrilling, glistened;
And the mermaids wound their nautilus-shell.
~Maude Meredith, 1884 (Forgotten)
1 comment:
Hey hey! I like this picture. For years I wanted a man to stand behind me and touch me up like that. When it did happen, without my prompting, on a hotel balcony in north Africa, it was so unexpected and so exciting that I came almost instantly.
Thought you'd like to know that......
We are having a late summer here, as often happens, so it is back to summery clothes again......... XXVickyXX
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