Lovers, to bed ; ’tis almost fairy time.

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

officialsouvenir00huds_0017

For now to sorrow must I tune my song. 
And set my harp to notes of saddest woe. 

officialsouvenir00huds_0018

My soul is an enchanted boat. 
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float 
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.

officialsouvenir00huds_0029

Congenial spirits part to meet again.  
But she was journeying to the land of 
souls.

officialsouvenir00huds_0033

My age is as a lusty winter, 
Frosty, but kindly.

officialsouvenir00huds_0054

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 7 February 1931,

1 1 1 1 The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 7 February 1931,

officialsouvenir00huds_0055

The spirit- world around this world of sense 
Floats like an - atmosphere, and every- 
where 
Wafts through these earthly mists and 
vapours dense 
A vital breath of more ethereal air.

View original post

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s