Thursday, June 11, 2009


You love the roses--so do I.  I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush.  Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on.  They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and waking, all at once!
~George Eliot


  1. I have never read this poem. It is positively beautiful. It was just meant to be, that I found it placed so gently here.


  2. Yours here are truly, truly beautiful. I enjoyed my visit to your lovely blog.


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