Canon: Hellboy II

[royalgrace]

The written word is loved by you; we share that joy. Supply me with books of poetry and prose - the former over the latter if I am given a choice - and leave me to my thoughts. I have many pertaining to -

{She lowers her gaze to the shadows playing on the floor.}

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

Comments

[brave_heart_verity]

Tennyson, good choice. Sorry you've found something true in it.

[silver_lance]

Ah, yes. That one.

He wrote such bittersweet speech from Arthur to Guinevere – the king who forgave his faithless queen.

Would that I might so easily forget how you shared his words with another.