I went to the library with my son this afternoon, forgetting that it'd be busy because of school holidays. There was lots of yelling and cushion throwing going on in the kid's section and I was relieved when we finally made it to another part of the library. I feel so greedy whenever I go - the time I have to read is limited, but I still feel compelled to check out a little more than I can sufficiently get to in the borrowing period.
I suppose my coveting books is a sign of my love for them - and so for today's offering I thought I'd share a love poem by William Blake.
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
He took her with a sigh.
Tomorrow I have a wedding to go to - any plans for your weekend? *EDIT* I forgot to mention Tabatha over at The Opposite of Indifference was the host for Poetry Friday this week.