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Poem for Saturday

By John Keats

OH! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,
When streams of light pour down the golden west,
And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
The silver clouds, far - far away to leave
All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve
From little cares; to find, with easy quest,
A fragrant wild, with Nature's beauty drest,
And there into the delight my soul deceive.
There warm my breast with patriotic lore,
Musing on Milton's fate - on Sydney's bier -
Till their stern forms before my mind arise:
Perhaps on wing of Poesy upsoar,
Full often dropping a delicious tear,
When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.


Today's schedule: Son's soccer game. Son's soccer end-of-year party. Neighbor's birthday party for both kids. Come home, write two articles. Do chores tonight so house is in reasonable shape for Father's Day tomorrow. Yay.

From ariestess -- I am two different goddesses on two different quizzes:

Arianrhod is the Celtic goddess of the full moon
(or the 'silver wheel'), of reincarnation, and
of the Wheel of the Year. You are mysterious
and serene, yet you can be stubborn and even cruel.
What Celtic Goddess are You?
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