I almost wish…………
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
John Keats to his betrothed, Fanny Brawne, 3rd July 1819
Dancing on the beach (Furia 1782-1)
“We never danced.”
“No, we never danced, but we will dance again.”
Such a cad, he promised her moonlight and dancing on the beach 😉