By Robert Browning
Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it,—so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present,—condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense—
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me—
Me—sure that despite of time future, time past,—
This tick of our life-time’s one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet—
The moment eternal—just that and no more—
When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!
Paul and Maddy went to work and Daniel worked from our house on Tuesday, so it was a quiet busy day for all of us. Daniel and I had Lebanese Taverna for lunch, which I picked up when I took Maddy to work, and watched San Andreas while we were both on our computers in the afternoon since he hadn't seen it and it's not exactly intellectually challenging.
Since the menfolk were having beef stroganoff for dinner, I had vegetarian leftovers, then we finished our Die Hard marathon with A Good Day To Die Hard, still by far the weakest of the series, too long and unfunny (and now that I know Ewan McGregor ran off with the actress who plays McClane's daughter, ewww). Some of the religious art on display at the Walters Museum: