Psalm 45:10-11, 13-15

Listen to me, O royal daughter; take heart to what I say. Forget your people and your homeland far away. For your royal husband delights in your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord. [...] The bride, a princess, waits within her chambers, dressed in a gown woven with gold. In her beautiful robes, she is led to the king, accompanied by her bridesmaids. What a joyful, enthusiastic procession as they enter the king's palace!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

From the one who walked the wall at Tintern Abbey

True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved, Till heart
with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.

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