By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, all the woods and the meadows,
Woods, where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stayed to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!
Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and my heart,
Into my heart and my blood!
Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers.
Over the thorns and briers,
Over the meadows and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash of a million miles.
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I spent most of Wednesday packing and doing travel-related stuff, which unfortunately included returning to Pink Me Up Nails because my pointer was already chipping less than 24 hours after my manicure. That took a chunk of time from my afternoon, though I still got to talk to Kay and watch the end of War of the Rohirrim with Kristen.
We walked to the park before dinner and watched a bit of Secrets of the Zoo afterward while organizing cables and chargers, and I need to finish packing jewelry because I need to go to bed very early because we have to get up at 5 a.m. Here are some more Fairbanks Farm animals from last fall during the Halloween harvest festival:
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