Poets Speak of Us

Poets Speak of Us Shakespeare once said, "Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong." Blake once said, "So when she speaks, the voice of Heaven I hear; So when we walk, nothing impure comes near; Each field seems Eden, and each calm retreat; Each village seems the haunt of holy feet." Auden once said, "If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.” Housman once said, "I shall not vex you with my face, Henceforth, my love, for aye. So take me in your arms a space, Before the east is grey." Lawrence once said, "Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, And I am of it, the small sharp stars are quite near." A Beast once said, "Do leave me by your side, And no one shall ever recite while you speak. Do leave me by your heart, And no one shall ever hurt your soul so meek." Love & Trust, B.B.