Monday, November 4, 2013



"To Sorrow
I bade good morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind,
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me and so kind.
I would deceive her,
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind."
-John Keats "Endymion" book 4, lines 173-181
quoted in The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy