Mystery: Time and Tide shall pass,I am the Wisdom Looking-Glass.This is the Ruby none can touch:Many have loved it overmuch;Its fathomless fires flutter and sigh,Being as images of the flameThat shall make earth and heaven the sameWhen the fire of the end reddens the sky,And the world consumes like a burning pall,Till where there is nothing, there is all.
Just as thesweet-apple reddens on thehigh branch, high onthehighest, and theapple-pickersmissed it, or rather did not miss it out, but could not reach it.Sappho 7c
Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough A-top on the topmost twig which the pluckers forgot, somehow Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Create and save customized word lists. Sign up today and start improving your vocabulary!