Quotes About Sunset And Love Novels & Stories

An air we can't forget; A sunset's gold that gleams; A spray of migonette, Will fill the soul with dreams More than all history says, Or romance of old days. For of the human heart, Not brain, is memory; These things it makes a part Of its own entity; The joys, the pains whereof Are the very food of love. 5 She lays down the book. How true! how true! - but words are weak In sympathy they give the soul, To music - music, that can speak All the heart's pain and dole; Still making us remember most The love we've lost, the love we've lost. So weary am I, and so fain