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Poem for Tuesday and Great Falls Twilight

Summer Night
By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.


My Monday was not very eventful -- it was mostly work and chores -- but the full solstice moon was as beautiful as predicted, so I have no complaints. I discovered that we may be able to get a little bit of money for our inherited World Book encyclopedias, not because anyone really wants a 1981 encyclopedia for information, but because the spines are in perfect shape and apparently realtors staging houses for sale like encyclopedia sets to display in libraries, and I managed to clear an entire shelf in Daniel's room.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out whether there's any value in old Bionicle packages when I'm not sure which Bionicle fit in which containers. We had leftover faux Beef Wellington for dinner, then watched Houdini and Doyle, which I wished had been slightly more literary, less conspiracy (anachronisms don't usually bother me, but Victorian fanboys make me roll my eyes), and BrainDead, which I wish was less didactic if I'm putting up with grossness and meanness. In honor of the solstice, a nearly-full moon evening at Great Falls:


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