Unique gifts on my dining room table; Two antique books written by Poe and Shelley. Both personalized in decorative, gothic lettering. Expressive, sincere sentiments were lovingly fitted in the first page of each binding. Both editions echo elegant poetry of days gone by.
We look before and after
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
And Thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea-
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms-but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o’er that one bright island smile.
-Edgar Allan P0e