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By B.K. Date: 2003 Aug 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.03.13.03.19761]] |
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Love's secrets, being mysteries, ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite; and so they are as airy bridges, by which our further shadows pass over into the regions of the golden mists and exhalations; whence all poetical, lovely thoughts are engendered, and drop into us, as though pearls should drop from rainbows. ATTRIBUTION: Herman Melville (1819-1891) |