The evening star shines as the first star on the sky after the sun has turned out its last ray.
The evening star's true essence is Venus - the goddess of beauty, love and creativity.

~ The Evening Star ~


Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes
Of anger long burst forth;
Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
But steadily the north.

Thy star, O Venus! often changes
Its radiant seat above,
The chilling pole-star never ranges
'Tis thus with Hate and Love.

Dikt av Walter Savage Landor

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This ring welcomes those who care.


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This webring is opened for all dark sites.

This ring welcomes those who see.


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This webring is open for all historical sites.

This ring welcomes those who seek.


Sagan Om Ringen

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This webring is open for all creative sites.

This ring welcomes those who create.


Romeo & Julia

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~ May is Building Her House ~


May is building her house. With apple blossoms
She is roofing over the glimmering rooms;
Of the oak and the beech hath she builded its beams,
And, spinning all day at her secret looms,
With arras of leaves each wind-swayed wall
She pictureth over, and peopleth it all
With echoes and dreams,
And singing of streams.

May is building her house. Of petal and blade,
Of the roots of the oak is the flooring made,
With a carpet of mosses and lichen and clover,
Each small miracle over and over,
And tender, traveling green things strayed.

Her windows, the morning and evening star,
And her rustling doorways, ever ajar
With the coming and going
Of fair things blowing,
The thresholds of the four winds are.

May is building her house. From the dust of things
She is making the songs and the flowers and the wings;
From October's tossed and trodden gold
She is making the young year out of the old;
Yea! out of winter's flying sleet
She is making all the summer sweet,
And the brown leaves spurned of November's feet
She is changing back again to spring's.

Dikt av Richard Le Gallienne



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A Special Garden


Fields of joyous, dancing colour -
flowers of different size;
A fragrant blaze of vivid splendour
is the garden I visualize.

Beguiling wild-flowers span the horizon -
nature's own selection;
Elegant, demure, bold, and airy -
magnificent perfection.

Cascading o'er an imaginary arch,
delicate roses grace
The heart of floral heaven, as each
shows its glorious face.

This is a special garden
to those who step apart;
Anything is possible in the
garden of the heart.

Poem by © Joan Adams Burchell
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