The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn:
Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam,
Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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the mourner
He loses count of how many drinks he’s had tonight.
Getting pissed, becoming so inebriated that
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But all of them were excellent. The Andromeda one was definitely sad, given how much she loses later. And the Walburga one was suitably creepy!
(Also, Romantic poet love! I'm more of a Keats girl, myself, though.)
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You're a Romantic poet fan too? I'm not huge on Keats, but I lovelovelove Byron and Shelley. Byron especially...a good analogy would be that Byron is the Black family for me, and Shelley is everyone else...sometimes I get enamored with someone else but sooner or later I always return to the Black family (Byron). And that's just the way it is...and thus ends that super dorky analogy.
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