by George Eliot
Love is such a simple thing when we have only one and twenty summers
and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance opening her heart with wondering rapture.
Such young and unfurrowed souls mingle as easily as two brooklets that ask for nothing
but to entwine themselves and ripple with ever-interlacing curves in the leafiest hiding places.
How is it that poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love?
Are their first poems their best?
Or are they not the best which come from their fuller thoughts, their larger experiences,
their deeper rooted affections?
The boy's flute-like voice has its own spring charm; but the man should yield a richer, deeper music.
This is our home page - things we do and are interested in.
This site used to host pages belonging to several local organisations. These all now have websites of their own. They are:
- SaDFolk The Somerset and Dorset Folk Events Diary
- Treacle Eater Clog The Yeovil based North West morris team
- Babylon The Corsecombe, Dorset, based Border morris team.
- Rum and Kidney Band Our barn dance band.
This page was last updated on 27th March 2005.