Rebuilding

By RadioGirl

Tiny Tuesday: A Golden Bell

All those, all those, all those
That blossom in my heart, I'll fling to you--
Armfuls of loose bloom! Love, I love beyond
Breath, beyond reason, beyond love's own power
Of loving! Your name is like a golden bell 
Hung in my heart; and when I think of you,
I tremble, and the bell swings and rings--
"Roxane!"...
"Roxane!"...along my veins, "Roxane!"...


From the play 'Cyrano de Bergerac', written in 1897 by Edmond Rostand (1868 - 1918), and translated by Brian Hooker

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