27 August 2006
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
" My face in thine eyes.
Thine in mine appears.
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest.
Where can we find two better hemispheres?
Without sharp north declining west?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally.
If our two loves be one.
And thou and i.
Love so alike.
That none can slacken.
None can die. "
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