TravelswithCharie

    Markthal

Like a breeze  Or sunbeam over your domain I passed In motion without pause But ye have left your beauty with me A serene accord of forms and colors Passive yet endowed In their submissiveness with power as sweet And gracious, almost I dare to say  As virtue is, or goodness; sweet as love William Wordworth, Excerpt from The Prelude, Lake of Como     Lake Como