by LMMontgomery
 Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er
 A kingdom of enchantment by the shore !

Behold the sky with early stars ashine,
 A jewelled flagon brimmed with purple wine.

 Like a dumb poet's soul the troubled sea
 Moans of its joy and sorrow wordlessly;

 But the glad winds that utter naught of grief
 Make silver speech by headland and by reef.

 Saving for such there is no voice or call
 To mar the gracious silence over all­

 Silence so tender 'tis a sweet caress,
 A most beguiling and dear loneliness.

 Lo, here we find a beckoning solitude,
 A winsome presence to be mutely wooed,

 Which, being won, will teach us fabled lore,
The old, old, gramarye of the sibyl shore!

 Oh, what a poignant rapture thus to be
Lingering at twilight by the ancient sea!
 

Suggested by Nancy :)

Gus to Felicity.

Love Is...
Love they say is patient,
Love they say is kind,
It see beyond others faults,
For love they say is blind...

Love does not diminish
or rust and fade with years
But it will gain strength
from time, laughter, joy and tears.

Love is God's own gift to us
A present from above
He gives us peace, He gives us joy,
But first He gave us Love...
 author unknown

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