March 25th, 2005
|05:40 pm - Lillies for Easter|
I found a beautiful bouquet of Easter lillies on my desk earlier today, together with a white stuffed rabbit and a box of chocolates.
This time there was a note:
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:
And as the last slow sudden drops are shed
From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,
So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.
Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start
Of married flowers to either side outspread
From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red,
Fawned on each other where they lay apart.
Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams,
And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away.
Slowly their souls swam up again, through gleams
Of watered light and dull drowned waifs of day;
Till from some wonder of new woods and streams
He woke, and wondered more: for there she lay
It's Nuptial Sleep, by Dante Gabriel Rosetti. I spent hours memorising the poem for school, and although I can't quote it now from memory, it's one I will always recognise.
I suspect the person who left this for me knows that, if it's who I suspect, as I seem to remember complaining to him about having to do so at the time.
Thank you :) although I do wish you'd make your identity known to me, as I don't want to approach you in case I'm wrong...
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