From The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! by John Keats [whose birthday is celebrated on 31st October]:
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,British Summer Time is ended.
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise –
Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday – or holinight
Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight
Sob.
Darling, you must focus on the "fragrant-curtain’d love..." whatever that is. And how you can say goodbye to weeding the garden.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea what "fragrant-curtain’d love" is either, but it obviously drove Keats to write about it.
DeleteAs for the garden, the weeds may not be growing, but oh! the dead leaves...
Jx
world of darkness indeed. love the magazine cover!
ReplyDeleteI am awaiting the "Autumn fashions AND millinery" of 1924 with bated breath! Jx
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