Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,Then beauty is its own excuse for beingWhy thou wert there, O rival of the roseI never sought to ask, I never knewBut, in my simple ignorance supposeThe selfsame power that brought me there brought you.

Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson

Add to favorites

Views 2309   Views Today 2

0   0

Comments (0)

Log in to write a comment

Powered by FTP Flash