i. She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. ✴Lord Byron✴
'𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘬. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.'
ii. My candle burns at both ends:
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light. ✴Edna St. Vincent✴
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵. '𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦.'
'𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦.'
iii. Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it? ✴Edmund Vance Cooke✴
'Wait' She calls. 'Wait for me. Don't leave, yet.'
'It is time.'
'It does not have to be. I will accompany you.'
'Then you will die.'
'If it is beside you, I will embrace my fate. You have taken my heart with you, what is a body without one? I cannot live now, not without you near me. I need you, more than I need air.'
iv. Twist me a crown of wind-flowers; That I may fly away To hear the singers at their song, And players at their play.
Put on your crown of wind-flowers: But whither would you go? Beyond the surging of the sea And the storms that blow.
Alas! your crown of wind-flowers Can never make you fly : I twist them in a crown to-day, And to-night they die.
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