27 september 2009

~ Sunday Poem~

edmund blair leighton olivia

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die. —
That strain again! It had a dying fall:

O, it came oer my ear, like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour. Enough! No more.
‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

~William Shakespeare~
Twelfth Night, act i, sc i (1601)(Orsino)

~ Painting by Edmund Blair Leighton~

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Hermes zei

Lovely, Anna, lovely.