I know not whence possessed you: sand.

10 December 2022

sand.

scribbled out by Johnny Grovemumbler on 00:13

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home

Johnny Grovemumbler

View my complete profile

Would thou hadst hearkened to my words, and stayed
With me, as I besought thee, when that strange
Desire of wandering, this unhappy morn,
I know not whence possessed thee! We had then
Remained still happy—not, as now, despoiled
Of all our good, shamed, naked, miserable!
Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve
The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek
Such proof, conclude they then begin to fail.

from Milton’s Paradise Lost

Awesome Inc. theme. Powered by Blogger.