I loved her for that she was beautiful

I loved her for that she was beautiful;
And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,
And all varieties of things in one:
Would set at night in clouds of tears,
and rise All light and laughter in the morning; fear
No petty customs nor appearances; B
ut think what others only dream'd about;
And say what others did but think; and do
What others dared not do:
so pure withal In soul; in heart and act such conscious yet
Such perfect innocence, she made round her
A halo of delight. '
Twas these which won me;— And that she never school'd within her breast
One thought or feeling, but gave holiday To all;
and that she made all even mine In the communion of love:
and we Grew like each other,
for we loved each other;
She, mild and generous as the air in spring;
And I, like earth all budding out with love.
- by Philip James Bailey receivedfrom Kat, (Siti Khadijah) thru YM on 1/6/2009 4:14:59 PM,

January 6

There's many a good tune played on an old fiddle
- Samuel Butler