Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?

For that mist may break when the sun is high And this soul forget its sorrow And the rose ray of the closing day May promise a brighter morrow.

Still, as I mused, the naked room, The alien firelight died away; And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright, unclouded day.

What use is it to slumber here: Though the heart be sad and weary? What use is it to slumber here Though the day rise dark and dreary?

'I never believed in much, but I believed in you.' - 'From Hank to Hendrix'

Hawddamor, glwysgor glasgoed, Fis Mai haf, canys mau hoed. Cadarn farchog serchog sal, Cadwynwyrdd feistr coed anial; Cyfaill cariad ac adar, Cof y serchogion …

All my lovers asked me why they couldn't replace Mary (Austin) but it's simply impossible. The only friend I've got is Mary and I don't want anybody else. To m…