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Crazy Sally!

by Amelia Alderson Opie

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Drawing the boundary…

Defeat

by Kahlil Gibran

0.1129 + 0.2249i

Drawing the boundary…

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Crazy Sally!

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Hark! what sound fills yonder valley?
'Tis the tone of Woe. Ha! that voice I know
Sure 'tis crazy Sally singing soft and slow.
'Haste O my love, prithee haste away!
The guests are come, hurry hurry home,
For this my love is our wedding day!'
How the sound rings thro' the valley
Well that voice I know sadly tun'd to woe
'Tis poor crazy Sally, singing soft and slow.

They may say he's wed, but I know he's dead
And throughout the valley shall forsaken Sally
Seek him here and there for I'll not despair
They may tell me I am mad, but I'm sure I'm only sad,
A lovelorn Maid, by a faithless Swain betray'd.
O! I'll haste to leave the valley,
For alas! I know on that child of woe,
Wand'ring, crazy Sally none can aid bestow.

Defeat

by Kahlil Gibran

Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.

Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot
And not to be trapped by withering laurels.
And in you I have found aloneness
And the joy of being shunned and scorned.

Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one’s fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.

Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of mountains that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.

Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.

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