9/23/10


Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.

- Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Sea Fairies ~
Found at Giga Quotes

2 comments:

alteredslates said...

Nice tail ;) yummy

Lucy said...

Beautiful...
A moment for to dream...

Kind Regards, Lucy