Love's Secret
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
~*~
The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
~*~
Α! ναι! αργία μήτηρ πάσης κακίας...
Α! ναι! δουλειά δεν έχει ο διάολος...
Α! ναι! αν δεν ρομαντσάρει κανείς με πανσέληνο και έκλειψη, πότε θα ρομαντσαρει;
πρεμιέρα και στο καινούριο μπλογκ σήμερα
"hijio de la luna"
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