Gilbo
Storage is cool
I'd forgotten how beautiful a blue sky is. I can see the sun! :mrgrn: The sun I say! Months of darkness I have endured... :eekers: An eternity of toil underground... But no more I say, no more
Could I embody and unbosom now
That which is most within me, --could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak,
All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe --into one word,
And that one word were Lightning, I would speak;
But as it is, I live and die unheard,
With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
And living as if earth contain'd no tomb,--
And glowing into day: we may resume
The march of our existence: and thus I,
Still on thy shores, fair Leman! may find room
And food for meditation, nor pass by
Much, that may give us pause if pondered fittingly.
--Not telling
Cheers to the spring and a beautiful summer! Cheers to the Split Crow and Your Father's Mustache's patios! Cheers to skirts! Raise your glasses high --sociable!
/Corny poetry about birds chirping (Shelley maybe)
Could I embody and unbosom now
That which is most within me, --could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak,
All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe --into one word,
And that one word were Lightning, I would speak;
But as it is, I live and die unheard,
With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
The morn is up again, the dewy morn,
With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom,
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn,
And living as if earth contain'd no tomb,--
And glowing into day: we may resume
The march of our existence: and thus I,
Still on thy shores, fair Leman! may find room
And food for meditation, nor pass by
Much, that may give us pause if pondered fittingly.
--Not telling
Cheers to the spring and a beautiful summer! Cheers to the Split Crow and Your Father's Mustache's patios! Cheers to skirts! Raise your glasses high --sociable!
/Corny poetry about birds chirping (Shelley maybe)
