
Beneath The Crowning Sun
What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb, And all that draweth on the tomb for text. Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun: Beneath whose light the shadow loses form. We are the lords of life, and life is warm. Intelligence and instinct now are one.
Modern Love XXX by George Meredith
Loren Zemlicka
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Taken 8:15 PM on May 21, 2011
Uploaded 11:24 AM on February 26, 2012 - Category:
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- Canon EOS 5D
- ƒ/18.0
- 2/5 sec.
- 19 mm
- 100 ISO
- Place:
- Evansville, WI
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Carolyn Kernan
commented almost 7 years agoHow beautiful and thank you for the lovely poem to go with it. It all fits togeather so well.