joanne:
YOU undergo years of torture or
I undergo years of torture.
get your facts straight.
other than the eye-swelling incident i'm seriously sure that i've never tortured you.
judith!!
i so want to not give annabelle her present.
hAHA
one of my favourite poems
i can just picture the scenery in my mind's eye.
the splendour falls on castle walls
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory:
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O hark, O hear how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
-tennyson
