To The River
By Edgar Allan Poe
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty—the unhidden heart—
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto’s daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks—
Which glistens then, and trembles—
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in my heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies—
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
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Happy Valentine's Day if you celebrate it! My Monday was a Monday -- some work, some laundry, and I had a post-Super Bowl sugar headache from too many desserts so I tried to drink a lot of water. It was a pretty nice day out, so we went to the park in the afternoon.
We watched this week's Groundhog Day episode of Fantasy Island, then the extended version of Jurassic World: Dominion, which -- I don't care what the internet thinks -- I really love. (More dinos! More Blue!) Pics from Great Falls on Sunday before the Super Bowl:
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