New Year's Day, 1848
By Walt Whitman
A morning fair: A noontide dubious:
Then gathering clouds obscure the Sun:
Then rain in torrents falls, subsiding soon
Into a gentle dropping. By eve the sun
Sinks into a cloudless west; and a mild breeze
With pleasant motion stirs the atmosphere.
Next in the blue vault above do moon and stars
Vie in bright emulation to destroy the gloom of night.
Such was our New Year's Day, and eventide!
Was it not an index of each passing Year,
Within whose seasons circumstance and change
Ever with Hope and Happiness war?
One now superior: anon the other:
And as succeeds pleasure or pain or joy or sorrow,
Clouding the firmament of each heart,
Raindrops of melancholy dim the eyes,
To shortly dry, hiding the Past and Present
'Neath bright starry thoughts—
Suggestive of a Future aye serene.
Day of a coming year promising change,
Yet full of promises, we need but watch
And pray for guardianship to come
Over caprices and all foolish ways!
So shall bright sunshine in advancing days
And starry invitations lead to Heavenly praise.
--------
We had a relatively calm New Year's Day, which was cooler than the past few days but sunny. My parents took us out for lunch at Trapezaria, which has a huge buffet and was delicious. We stopped at Party City to look for things Daniel needed for MAGFest, then we went to Greenbelt Park and walked in the woods for a while. Since we were already nearby, we stopped at The Crystal Fox with several holiday coupons so Daniel could look at the D&D books and I could look at the jewelry.
Afterward, we came home, dropped off the car for scheduled maintenance, took Daniel to a Regigigas EX raid and a Virizion raid at the start of Wednesday raid hour, watched most of the Rose Bowl, had eggnog waffles and veggie sausage for dinner, did some emergency needlework on the cosplay pieces, and played more The Castles of Mad King Ludwig, which I lost again though I had a music room, a nap room, and a sauna so who needs a dungeon! Now we're watching some Clone Wars!
No comments:
Post a Comment