Alexander Smith

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in
the recognition.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in
the recognition.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

Sweet April's tears,
Dead on the hem of May.

Sweet April's tears,
Dead on the hem of May.

We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not read more

We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.