January 1, 2004

A new year arrives

Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes,
And sweet is the voice in its greeting,
When Adieux have grown old and goodbyes
Fade away where old Time is retreating
Warm the nerve of a welcoming hand,
And earnest a Kiss on the Brow,
When we meet over sea and o'er Land
Where Furrows are new to the Plough.

~ by John Keats

Posted by Monoceros at January 1, 2004 8:59 AM
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hullo! thanks for your comment - i left you an email at your hotmail account (via my yahoo account :)).

Posted by: a l at January 7, 2004 10:08 AM