July 27, 2011

DENIM

On a rusty gate I waited for our eyes perchance to meet
but she fancied that she was alone amid the gilded wheat.
So I simply stood adoring as she donned a daisy crown
and I looked upon her walking in her regal, denim gown.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods?

- The Lays of Ancient Rome

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I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

- Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam