"I am lovers with what hasn't a name: the inside of wind,

the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Faerie Queene


The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser
Book V Canto II stanza 39

Of things vnseene how canst thou deeme aright,
Then answered the righteous Artegall ,
Sith thou misdeem'st so much of things in sight?
What though the sea with waues continuall
Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all:
Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought,
For whatsoeuer from one place doth fall,
Is with the tide vnto an other brought:
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Photo:
by: the wild magnolia photo and enchantments ❦
The Church of the Immaculate Conception
Natchitoches, Louisiana


3 comments:

erleichda said...

A wonderful poem you are sharing here.
Love the photo too
Thank you : )

mxtodis123 said...

Amazingly beautiful.
Mary

renilde said...

BEAUTIFUL sweet Sandi, x

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