~onyva@TTBP



06 august 2017

Fear not, dear Andrea, but freely live your days

Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,

A lesser life, that what is his of sky

Gladly would give for you, and what of praise.

Step, without trouble, down the sunlit ways.

I that have touched your raiment, am made whole

From all the selfish cankers of man's soul,

And I would see you happy, dear, or die.

Therefore be brave, and therefore, dear, be free;

Try all things resolutely, till the best,

Out of all lesser betters, you shall find;

And I, who have learned greatness from you, I,

Your lover, with a still, contented mind,

See you well anchored in some port of rest.