I took this photo in Versailles, France. It is dedicated to Marcia. ____________________________________________________
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In the Morning of Life
A poem by Thomas Moore
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When we live in a bright-beaming world of our own, And the light that surrounds us is all from within; Oh 'tis not, believe me, in that happy time We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; -- Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime, But affection is truest when these fade away.
When we see the first glory of youth pass us by, Like a leaf on the stream that will never return, When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high, First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn; Then, then in the time when affection holds sway With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew; Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers, Their sighs have no freshness, their odour no worth; 'Tis the cloud and the mist of our own Isle of showers That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth. So it is not 'mid splendour, prosperity, mirth, That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears; To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth, But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.
Hi, I like you photo very much. may I use one or some in my monthly published e-magazine.(www.avemeli.com) of course with your name under it. thank you in advance
Very nice, the checkers look endless I'm kinda suprised that you were able to take a picture in Versailles with no tourists in it. It's usually so crowded
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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