Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
by Dev
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark,…
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these…
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow…
Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the……
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again tho’…
Believing every word I said I praised her body and her mind, Till pride…
Time passed from mind. Time died; and then we were Once more at home…
