Showing posts with label language of flowers. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 16, 2009

#12: Thoughts of Love

THOUGHTS OF LOVE

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; 
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; 
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; 
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
-Tennyson