jaba daba duuuuuuuuu

She 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.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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Well, "Every song is the remains of love. Every light the remains of time. A knot of time. And every sigh the remains of a cry".

Koji je svijet tvoj?, učini zadovoljstvo radoznalom srcu mom. Povedi me u tvoj svijet, pod zemlju, nebo, nije važno, sljedbenik sam tvoj.

Byron, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Poe i Baudelaire - najveći od najvećih.

i strongly agree

Probaj i Tennysona.

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.