A note left under the lantern
And I will love thee still, my dear,
till a' the seas gang dry —
till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun.
Once upon an evening
a garden that glows after dark
A handful of the most beautiful love poems ever written, kept here among the paper lanterns — soft and blush by day, and set aglow when the night comes down.
The lanterns follow your local sky. Tap the moon to keep them burning.
She walks in beauty
Lord ByronShe walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
How do I love thee
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
A note left under the lantern
And I will love thee still, my dear,
till a' the seas gang dry —
till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun.