September 2, 2011


” … As she fled fast thro’ sun and shade, 
The happy winds upon her play’d, 
Blowing the ringlet from the braid: 
She look’d so lovely, as she sway’d 
The rein with dainty finger-tips, 
A man had given all other bliss, 
And all his worldly worth for this, 
To waste his whole heart in one kiss 
Upon her perfect lips.”

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere by Lord Alfred Tennyson