Feb. 13th, 2009

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Feb. 13th, 2009 12:56 pm
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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
I've grown bored with the holiday before it's even begun. However. Bel, I shall be expecting a present. I'll leave it to you as to what it is, but it had better be substantial or else you'll be spending the evening on your own.

Ah, Cavallone. Before I forget. Sometime soon I'd like an audience with you. It's been quite a while since last you entertained me.

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