Maxioms by Alexander Smith
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
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We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
One little hour! and then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam,
To meet no more.
