domingo, outubro 12, 2008

«A night of sad alarms»

Then in the night, a night of sad alarms,
Bitter with pain and black with fog of fears,
That drove us trembling to each other's arms --
Across the gulf of darkness and salt tears,
Into life's calm the wind of sorrow came,
And fanned the fire of love to clearest flame.

The Wind Of Sorrow, Henry Van Dike (excerto)