mine eye hath play'd the painter

It is the first mild day of March.
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.

William Wordsworth


giardigno65 said...

splendida, come mi sei mancata !

girlontape said...

che carino che sei! anch'io mi sono mancata hahaha