Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to “the far away.”
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
A Lament
Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to “the far away.”
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other a sea; Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be!
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton