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!
1828 - 1909
So much for hearts and roses and true love! LOL
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