Saturday, August 05, 2006 @ 23:14
number two hundred and thirty-four
an excerpt from "Eloisa to Abelard", by Alexander Pope:
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot;
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."
sometimes would you just let go of the things that are dear to you? perhaps it would be better, if it was as easy as it sounded.
"the well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost"
so come on, tell me.