“I love you, little maid,”
Said the Sunbeam to the Shade,
As all day long she shrank away before him;
But at twilight, ere he died,
She was weeping at his side;
And he felt her tresses softly trailing o’er him.
John. B. Tabb
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A short visit to Edinburgh with my Love and a tour through the galleries. A micro-series of photos from
National Gallery of Scotland.
