He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.
Most of you have already heard that veteran newsman Andy Rooney passed away last week. I once did a blog post about him reporting from a bombing raid on Germany in WWII. It's sort of fitting that he died so close to Veterans Day. He was 92. RIP