The spirit thou lamentest is not gone!
Inside this fortress of bubble wrapper and plastic fluff - armed with origami butterflies - lies the great General Kitten Pants awaiting a new home and new adventures! She is getting a new doll-mum and is being shipped off today - I'll miss her wide-eyed innocence and that tiny, wistful Mona Lisa smile, but alas! I am not made to be an owner of girl dolls so she must go.
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief with his remembered lay,
And will no more reply to winds or fountains,
Or amorous birds perched on the young green spray,
Or herdsman's horn, or bell at closing day;
Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear
Than those for whose disdain she pined away
Into a shadow of all sounds: - a drear
Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear.
from Adonais by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief with his remembered lay,
And will no more reply to winds or fountains,
Or amorous birds perched on the young green spray,
Or herdsman's horn, or bell at closing day;
Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear
Than those for whose disdain she pined away
Into a shadow of all sounds: - a drear
Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear.
from Adonais by Percy Bysshe Shelley