Alas, how hardly things go right!
'Tis hard to watch in a summer night,
For the sigh will come, and the kiss will stay,
And the summer night is the winter day.
Alas, how easily things go wrong!
A sigh too much, or a kiss too long,
And there follows a mist and a weeping rain,
And life is never the same again.
-George MacDonald
Today is today
And shall forever be such
With a stranger chord I have never known
To echo, though shadows
Of valleys flows
Though my mind
Like an open door
To tempt me to follow.
In my head there are moors
To yet discover
But what they contain
I know will fall short
For what there was
Will never be
As I love him
And he doesn't need me.
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