"...he wept as he held the wife he loved, the soul of loyalty, in his arms at last."
Tag: Metaphysical
Poetry: Donne – A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
"Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun."
Madelyn Rose Craig 