Anachronistic Fairytales

if two people love each other, there can be no happy end to it
Ernest Hemingway

“Angel, spirits of sleep,
White-Robed, with silver hair,
In your meadow fair,
Where the willows weep,
and the sad moonbeam
on the gliding stream
writes her scatter’d dream.”

—   Robert Bridges
  • 7 January 2013
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