MESSAGES FROM MORRISSEY on MORRISSEY CENTRAL
DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME, WHISPERING LOW
I KNOW NOT WHAT INTO MY EAR:
OF HIS STRANGE LANGUAGE ALL I KNOW
IS, THERE IS NOT A WORD OF FEAR.
olivia de havilland
I STROVE WITH NONE, FOR NONE WAS WORTH MY STRIFE
NATURE I LOVED, AND NEXT TO NATURE, ART :
I WARMED BOTH HANDS BEFORE THE FIRE OF LIFE ;
IT SINKS, AND I AM READY TO DEPART.
words : Walter Savage Landor.
I didn't see this posted. This was on Facebook courtesy of We are Mozzerians?sp.
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