Raconteuse Those sweet-talks Of love’s labor lit In the moonlight Upon the waters Creep by her Standing by the river Like a sibyl cast Out by the gods For her want of Love they took Away from her. Share thisPrintFacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Stephanie Suh I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome. View all posts by Stephanie Suh