In the morning of life,when its cares are unknown,
And its pleasuresin all their new lustre begin,
When we livein a bright-beaming world of our own,
And the lightthat surrounds us is all from within;
Oh 'tis not, believe me,in that happy time
We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; -- Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,
But affection is truest when these fade away.
Quoted from Thomas Moore's
"In the Morning of Life"
Images© by Merisi
Photographed
April 2010
in the 13th District's
Roter Berg neighbourhood
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You have a good eye for the delicate shades of color. I fear I most often notice the bold.
ReplyDeleteGreen..green...green with envy for all your Spring greens!!
ReplyDeleteYou always catch the sunlight so beautifully as it highlights the colors and shapes!
ReplyDeleteThis completely made my morning, and set a nice, peaceful tone for the day. I always love how perfectly you can match images with poetry!
ReplyDeleteOh, that dome! Like a big upside down tulip! And the translucence and the light on the petals -- you keep on outdoing yourself, Merisi!
ReplyDeleteMagical!
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