‘The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone…’
‘The day is gone’, 1-3


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‘Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is – Love, forgive us! – cinders, ashes, dust…’
John Keats
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