i thought this fit in with the whole English Lit 160 theme...

[sammmbo]

BROKEN VOWS.

It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.
It is you are the lonely bird throughout the woods;
and that you may be without a mate until you find me.

You promised me and you said a lie to me;
that youwould be before me where the sheep are flocked.
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you;
and found nothing but a bleating lamb.

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
a ship of gold under a silver mast;
twelve towns and a market in all of them,
and a fine white court by the side of the sea.

You promised me a thing that is not possible,
that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish,
that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird,
and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.

My mother said to me not to be talking with you,
not today or tomorrow or on Sunday. It was a bad time
she took for telling me that, it was shutting the door
after the house was robbed.

You have taken the east from me, you have taken the
west from me, you have taken what it before me and
what is behind me; you have taken the moon, you
have taken the sun from me, and my fear is great
you have taken God from me.

take this literally.
im in love with it.