From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent or the fountain,
From the red cliff or the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed my flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
October 31st, 2008 at 9:43 am
Hm… me thinks your blog is not the best place to display things that you don’t want other people to know about. How do you know I’m not your vet?
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November 1st, 2008 at 7:59 am
Because the blood that squirted out of your finger after you stuck it in the cage is still smeared all over the cage. The vet would have known better.
Hope your finger has healed up from your visit here in the summer!
November 5th, 2008 at 11:33 pm
Wow that was a pretty good comeback. I was not expecting an actual answer lol. Can’t even tell there was ever a hole in my finger LOL
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