The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
Attain the unattainable.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.