segunda-feira, 29 de junho de 2009


If I were loved, as I desire to be,
What is there in the great sphere of the earth,
And range of evil between death and birth,
That I should fear,–if I were loved by thee?
All the inner, all the outer world of pain
Clear Love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine,
As I have heard that, somewhere in the main,
Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine.
’Twere joy, not fear, claspt hand-in-hand with thee,
To wait for death–mute–careless of all ills,
Apart upon a mountain, tho’ the surge
Of some new deluge from a thousand hills
Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge
Below us, as far on as eye could see.

Lord Alfred Tennyson
(Early Sonnets)

Um comentário:

  1. Madalena querida,

    Hoje vim em visita no seu lindo e novo espaço, ler-te e convidá-la a retirar um prêmio em meu Blog.Lindo demais aqui!

    Um beijo,

    Com carinho,
    Reggina Moon