| BEAUTY AND THE BEAST I Arise From Dreams Of Thee Poetry |
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| When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes; I all alone beweep my outcast state. And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, and look upon myself, and curse my fate. Wishing me, like to one more rich in hope. Featured like him, like him with friends possessed. Disiring this mans art or that mans scope. With what I most enjoy, contented least. Yet, in these thoughts, myself, almost despising- Happly I think on thee- and then my state,like to the break of day arising sings hymns at Heavens gate. For thy sweet love remembered, such love brings that I scorn to change my state with kings. SONNET XXIX, William Shakespeare. |
| MARGARET'S THEME/LONGING Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me. Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, and let me dream it truth; And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say: My love! Why sufferest thou? Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day |
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| YOU DARKNESS You darkness, that I come from I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything : shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them ! -- powers and people -- and it is possiible a great energy is moving mear me. I have faith in nights. RAINER MARIA RILKE |
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