Zitat des Tages von Henry Austin Dobson:
I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more.
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!