A Nocturnall upon S. Lucies day, Being the shortest day
by John Donne
(first stanza only)
Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes
Lucies, who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes,
The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes;
The worlds whole sap is sunke:
The generall balme th’hydroptique earth hath drunk,,
Whither, as to the beds-feet life is shrunke,
Dead and enterr’d, yet all these seeme to laugh,
Compar’d with mee, who am their Epitaph. . .
Happy Darkest Night of the Year!
thank you for inspiring me to think deepl, read, and journal again with your last few posts 🙂
By the way, I just spend 10 minutes on cuteoverload.com, and then another 10 minutes looking through pics of Rory, I think I found one that might be worthy…. and one of Mowgli for stuffonmycat.com
now I must get ready for work ;( only one day, then three day weekend!!!!