Alexandra Norrskèn (N.S.) (lantichristo) wrote,
Alexandra Norrskèn (N.S.)
lantichristo

Today ... bloodbath and Byron "...The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine ..."

After a bloodbath at the dentist
another struggle after a visit with my mother,  who is desperately trying to feed me ...
a second sleepless night in the row ...
a river of sorrow ...
3 panic attacks ...
an endless headache ...
plus ... some other stuff that I do not care to discuss ... this day refuses to end ...
I need the night to fall ... fall allover me ...

It will probably take just a little more before I fall to pieces ...
right now i hate to "be" ...
i just want to disappear...
but ...
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass
it will pass

I will pass ...

now ... some literary torture ...


AND THOU ART DEAD, AS YOUNG AND FAIR

by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

  • ND thou art dead, as young and fair
    As aught of mortal birth;
    And form so soft, and charms so rare,
    Too soon return'd to Earth!
    Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
    And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
    In carelessness or mirth,
    There is an eye which could not brook
    A moment on that grave to look.
    I will not ask where thou liest low,
    Nor gaze upon the spot;
    There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
    So I behold them not:
    It is enough for me to prove
    That what I lov'd, and long must love,
    Like common earth can rot;
    To me there needs no stone to tell,
    'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.
    Yet did I love thee to the last
    As fervently as thou,
    Who didst not change through all the past,
    And canst not alter now.
    The love where Death has set his seal,
    Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
    Nor falsehood disavow:
    And, what were worse, thou canst not see
    Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
    The better days of life were ours;
    The worst can be but mine:
    The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
    Shall never more be thine.
    The silence of that dreamless sleep
    I envy now too much to weep;
    Nor need I to repine
    That all those charms have pass'd away,
    I might have watch'd through long decay.
    The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
    Must fall the earliest prey;
    Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
    The leaves must drop away:
    And yet it were a greater grief
    To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
    Than see it pluck'd to-day;
    Since earthly eye but ill can bear
    To trace the change to foul from fair.
    I know not if I could have borne
    To see thy beauties fade;
    The night that follow'd such a morn
    Had worn a deeper shade:
    Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd,
    And thou wert lovely to the last,
    Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
    As stars that shoot along the sky
    Shine brightest as they fall from high.
    As once I wept, if I could weep,
    My tears might well be shed,
    To think I was not near to keep
    One vigil o'er thy bed;
    To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
    To fold thee in a faint embrace,
    Uphold thy drooping head;
    And show that love, however vain,
    Nor thou nor I can feel again.
    Yet how much less it were to gain,
    Though thou hast left me free,
    The loveliest things that still remain,
    Than thus remember thee!
    The all of thine that cannot die
    Through dark and dread Eternity
    Returns again to me,
    And more thy buried love endears
    Than aught except its living years.
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