I've been to this museum for few times, but this year was different.
John Boyle O'Reilly
1844-1890
A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose in a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebuds,
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
J.R.R. Tolkien: The Silmarillion: Valaquenta
She is the lover of all things that grow in the earth,
and all their countless forms she holds in her mind,
from the trees like towers in the forests long ago,
to the moss upon stones,
or the small and secret things in the mould.
a tale of what's here before us,
a reminder of the glory of a kingdom.
intelligence and wisdom,
handed down through the grace of time,
a legacy that wont decay.
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