We read, we travel, we become.
In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
All of Victorian verse is pentameter.
There's always more to see.
Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.