Sunshine Rain



    Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day;
    Blissfully havened both from joy and pain;
    Clasped like a missal where swart Paynims pray;
    Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain,
As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.

-John Keats (1795-1821),
The Eve of St. Agnes







images © 2000 by Randy Wang
up | home | me | donate | email