ART MAY BE RED BUT DOES IT FLY

SAINTS with LIONS

L I F E

Show me again the hour When by pinnacled tower We eyed each other and feared futurity Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings, blanchings, blessings, Love lures life on Show me again just this: The moment of that kiss Away from the prancing folk, by the strawberry tree Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness, ripeness, richness, Love lures life on THOMAS HARDY 1898