Sunday, February 26, 2012



Unless you can muse in a crowd all day
On the absent face that fixed you;
Unless you can love, as the angels may,
With the breadth of heaven betwixt you;
Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,
Through behoving and unbehoving;
Unless you can die when the dream is past -
Oh, never call it loving!

~From, " A Woman's Shortcomings,"
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning~

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