Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
Edna St. Vincent MillayThe longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
Edna St. Vincent MillayBeauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
Edna St. Vincent MillayThe longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
Edna St. Vincent Millay