There is no one else for me.

" swiftly treading over endless space;
And, at her foot-print, but a bygone pace,
The ocean-past, which, with increasing wave,
Swallow'd her steps like a pursuing grave.

Sad were my thoughts that anchor'd silently
On the dead waters of that passionless sea,
Unstirr'd by any touch of living breath:
Silence hung over it, and drowsy death..."
taken from thomas hood's sea of death


Allie, Dearest said...

I love melancholy.
It's a shame, really.

I would probably otherwise be a very upbeat person.

I looked for you yesterday but could not find you.

heino said...

i think it's an awesome quote.
i like your writing as well.

Nashville Dolls said...

great poem.