In every possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In every possessing the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate'er they have suffered and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.
Excerpt from "Can life be a blessing" by John Henry Dryden
Painting, "Le Printemps" by Pierre-Auguste Cot
Painting, "Le Printemps" by Pierre-Auguste Cot
Languish is only interesting as long as we know that there will be an end, that it has been judged necessary....
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful... Have a nice day dear Charli.
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