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.
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.
