Well, I was coming down with something - a head cold. Just enough to be sniffly with a fuzzy/foggy feeling head. And still having trouble getting warm. Bah humbug!!!!!
Thus Piteously Love Clove What He Begat
Thus piteously Love clove what he begat:
The union of this ever-diverse pair!
These two were rapid falcons in a snare,
Condemned to do the flitting of a bat.
Lovers beneath the singing sky of May,
They wandered once, clear as the dew on flowers:
But they fed not on the advancing hours:
Their hearts held cravings for the buried day.
Then each applied to each that fatal knife,
Deep questioning, which probes to endless dole.
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul
When hot for certainties in this our life!--
In tragic hints here see what evermore
Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force,
Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse,
To throw that faint thin line upon the shore!
George Meredith
1828 - 1909
So much for hearts and roses and true love! LOL
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