Well, here's the first page. I warn you, the font is small.
In that book which is
My memory...
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words...
Here begins a new life.
--Dante Alighieri
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Heaven shines...
By chance or nature's course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,
Nor Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade.
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
--(Do I really have to say it?) William Shakespeare
How shall I bless him, with what will this child be blessed, asked the angel
I gave him all.
A song, a smile, and legs to dance
A gentle hand and a full heart
How shall I bless, what more?
--Anonymous
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there: I did not die
--Mary E. Frye
 SikariaVolana · Tue Aug 02, 2011 @ 09:38am · 0 Comments |
