Thursday, September 5, 2013


Take them, O Death! and bear away
Whatever thou canst call thine own!
Thine image, stamped upon this clay,
Doth give thee that, but that alone!

Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves,
As garments by the soul laid by,
And precious only to ourselves!

Take them, O great Eternity!
Our little life is but a gust
That bends the branches of thy tree,
And trails its blossoms in the dust!



Willow Cove said...


girl6 said...

man oh man..
i Really took this for a Still from Dracula ' Brilliant.

Gorgeous...wanna be there.