In beauty perfected, with lavish grace, She casts herself about his rugged form, With all her vesture on, of snowy white, Nor left one pendant out, one dropping pearl. Could she be fairer? Through her inmost veins The warm sun searches, as for some weak spot; But with a pride refined she smileth back: “I…
Pilgrim Notes
Just some observations about the world from a pilgrims point of view.
