Book a Valentines treat Ascot 2012 at The Winning Post, Winkfield
Love will definitely be in the air at The Winning Post, Winkfield this February 14th! If you are desperately trying to think of a Valentines treat Ascot 2012, don’t worry. There’s still time to plan a romantic Ascot Valentines supper at one of the area’s best loved restaurants with rooms – The Winning Post, Winkfield.
Book your Ascot Valentines supper 2012 now
No, it’s not too late to book a table for two and celebrate an intimate Ascot Valentines supper 2012 at The Winning Post, Winkfield.
With freshly prepared and wholesome food, fine wines and beers and a convivial atmosphere, we’re sure to impress, whether your Valentines treat Ascot 2012 is to be spent with a special someone or indeed a group of people you simply love spending time with.
The Winning Post, Winkfield promises a unique setting with its 18th Century roots and rural setting, and just as you’d expect when it comes to cuisine, wines and atmosphere we have all the right ingredients for a fantastic Valentines treat Ascot 2012.
Contact us for details of our Ascot Valentines supper 2012 menu. From the finest cuisine, to tantalising wines and attentive service amidst memorable surroundings, we’re bound to be the Valentines treat Ascot 2012 that really wins you brownie points!
Who says romance is dead? A Valentines treat Ascot awaits at The Winning Post, Winkfield. Hurry; book your Ascot Valentines supper 2012 now.
First Love by John Donne
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
Give All to Love
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,-
'Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
But it is a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
It was not for the mean;
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
It will reward,-
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,-
Keep thee today,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Tho' her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.