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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;-
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
I'll admit I have been feeling more than slightly nostalgic lately. And that nostalgia has affected my mood. Whether it is the atmosphere or the events of the past few weeks, I cannot be sure. But whatever has brought on this fit of partial melancholy has caused it to continue, despite my best efforts to counter it. Hence the poetry. Perhaps I simply needed to write it out. Cast it from my mind like some sort of unwanted parasite.
But I do adore poetry. And I have noticed that there are some who are willing to share without prompting. But here is my prompt. Lighten the mood with words.
[Private to Lucius]
It didn't take long for you to test his patience, did it? What a pity.
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;-
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
I'll admit I have been feeling more than slightly nostalgic lately. And that nostalgia has affected my mood. Whether it is the atmosphere or the events of the past few weeks, I cannot be sure. But whatever has brought on this fit of partial melancholy has caused it to continue, despite my best efforts to counter it. Hence the poetry. Perhaps I simply needed to write it out. Cast it from my mind like some sort of unwanted parasite.
But I do adore poetry. And I have noticed that there are some who are willing to share without prompting. But here is my prompt. Lighten the mood with words.
[Private to Lucius]
It didn't take long for you to test his patience, did it? What a pity.