Monday, August 30, 2004

Goodbye for now... or maybe, forever

The Isle of Portland

The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
From France to England strown;
Black towers above the Portland light
The felon-quarried stone.

On yonder island, not to rise,
Never to stir forth free,
Far from his folk a dead lad lies
That once was friends with me.

Lie you easy, dream you light,
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.

- A.E. Housman

This is apt for this time of my life. Goodbye for now or maybe forever.

1 comment:

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