Saturday, December 1, 2012

A Pot of Basil....

"And his continual voice was pleasanter
     To her, than noise of trees or hidden rill;
Her lute-string gave an echo of his name,
      She spoilt her half-done broidery with the same..."
                         --John Keats (from The Pot of Basil)

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I do love Keats! And this sad and sweet story that you suggested I read. He is a lovely poet!