You learn something new every day.

Of a more serious nature, but still just as good.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

I'm in love with reading

All Nature is but Art, unkown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see;
All Discord, Harmony, not understood;
All partial Evil, universal Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, 'Whatever is, is RIGHT.'
From Alexander Pope's Essay on Man, Epistle 1
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so they thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Percy Bysshe Shelley


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