37.

[silverfringe]

Darkness had no need
Of aid from them -- She was the Universe.

I admit, Blaise. They aren't all bad, your Muggle poets.

Your book was by your pillow. Don't fret. I put it back.

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[forever_alight]

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd,
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

Brilliant aren't they.

[silverfringe]

I see he's gotten to you as well.

[forever_alight]

Yes.

[silverfringe]

How delightful.

[slanting_eyes]

...

If you find it agreeable, why don't you keep it. I know most of them by heart.

[silverfringe]

Are you

Might I ask why you feel inclined to offer it to me?

[slanting_eyes]

I want you to have

You say you like it. Heaven knows my earlier attempts to make you appreciate poetry have gone unhonoured to their grave. And I never seem to be able to find you good gifts when occasion requires it.

[silverfringe]

No, Blaise.

I won't accept a parting gift.

[solitusvir]

I never really got into poetry.

[silverfringe]

Not going to read sonnets to me in the middle of breakfast any time soon?

[solitusvir]

Is that what you want me to do?

[silverfringe]

Do it and I may have to disown you.

Either that or lecture you on how to worship me properly.