Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But clouds instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature's works to me expung'd and raz'd,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Saturday, 12 May 2007
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I hope to see you again one day. There is still the matter of the play that holds so much promise in terms of joy and useful work
Faithful Osprey, I would happily fulfil that promise if I could. When time relents, who seems a more charitable jailer to you than he has proved to me, I shall return to the play with all the joy and usefulness I possess.
All shall fall into place given time.
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