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  • on To -- by Edgar Allan Poe, on October 12, 2004
    It feels like a lullabye. Maybe he's talking about what a gift sleep is. Like in the last line;
    'But, O, thy spirit, calm, serene,
    Must wake to weep.'

    How calm they are in sleep but when they wake up it's all gone.

    Another beautiful peace by Mr. Poe!

  • on The Pied Piper Of Hamelin by Robert Browning, on April 8, 2004
    I just watched The Sweet Hereafter.Sara Polly reads this When, lo, as they reached the mountain-side,
    A wondrous portal opened wide,
    As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;
    And the Piper advanced and the children followed,
    And when all were in to the very last,
    The door in the mountain-side shut fast.
    Did I say, all? No! One was lame,
    And could not dance the whole of the way;
    And in after years, if you would blame
    His sadness, he was used to say,---
    ``It's dull in our town since my playmates left!
    ``I can't forget that I'm bereft
    ``Of all the pleasant sights they see,
    ``Which the Piper also promised me.
    ``For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,
    ``Joining the town and just at hand,
    ``Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew
    ``And flowers put forth a fairer hue,
    ``And everything was strange and new;
    ``The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,
    ``And their dogs outran our fallow deer,
    ``And honey-bees had lost their stings,
    ``And horses were born with eagles' wings:
    ``And just as I became assured
    ``My lame foot would be speedily cured,
    ``The music stopped and I stood still,
    ``And found myself outside the hill,
    ``Left alone against my will,
    ``To go now limping as before,
    ``And never hear of that country more!''* In it. It is absoloutely haunting. I know the poem itself is meant to be a childs story, but I think maybe, that Mr. Browning wanted a little bit more out of it.

    I loved it.