A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him. Arthur Symons
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain. Arthur Symons
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
