Grga Pitic: "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Nambawan!

How Jenny’s clock ticks on the shelf!
Might not the dial scorn itself
That has such hours to register?
Yet as to me, even so to her
Are golden sun and silver moon,
In daily largesse of earth’s boon,
Counted for life-coins to one tune.
And if, as blindfold fates are toss’d,
Through some one man this life be lost,
Shall soul not somehow pray for soul?

  Dante Rosetti Mar 25, 2014 1:28 AM