Are not the joys of morning sweeter
Than the joys of night?
And are the vigorous joys of youth
Ashamed of the light?
Let age and sickness silent rob
The vineyards in the night;
But those who burn with vigorous youth
Pluck fruits before the light!
---William Blake ---
4 comments:
A poem almost as beautiful as your pictures.
Thank you...^^ ==
You're welcome. The joy of my morning!
Dear friend, You must have stayed on the other side of earth, right? May you have a blissful morning! Goodnight.
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