Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember'd well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant -- clear -- but, oh how cold!
Life at college has brought with it many late nights. The moon is the sun of the sleepless, and quite sleepless am I. This little blog has the potential to contribute to that sleeplessness, but I am eager to begin this attempt at sharing my thoughts with whoever is willing to listen. So, now begins the adventure.
photo from the lovely catandbearstudios on etsy
oh and what a precious friend that moon can be.
ReplyDeletewe both know i'm so much more productive at night
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Yes, indeed. I have become even more your twin in that regard.
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