something this foggy day, a something which /
is neither of this fog nor of today ...
(Christina Rossetti -
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Shakespeare, 17th September
Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.