Ode on Melancholy

No, no! Go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty -- Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips;
Ay, in the very temple of delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

So I'm back...

I have returned! Thank goodness!

Not that I don't like going on vacation. I got sick on vacation. I dont know about y'all but if I'm going to be ill, I prefer to stay home. Between sea sickness, stomach problems, women's problems and allergies, I looked like I was falling apart. For the most part, I tried to make it the best I could. My so-called other half wasnt too thrilled. He was upset. 'Cause I wanted to get sick on my vacation. I deliberately planned this to the tee. Pffft. ::rolls eyes:::

This trip didn't help out at all either. So who know where that relationship is headed to. But most who know me and what our predicament was, knows it was bound to dissolve. We're not the same people who came together. It was bound to happen. :/

I don't know what I want...but that's another story.