I'm afraid I've been unofficially MIA this week. Momma was determined to get the whole house cleaned from top to bottom now that dance and tutorial are ended, and so we've been having a rather busy week of it. (My hands smelled of bleach all day yesterday from cleaning out the shower, if that is proof enough for you :P). I've also been trying to get a good bit of geometry done each morning, as well as some reading, both school-related and otherwise. And all that equals few new posts here on Literary Lane.
By Walter de la Mare
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
Have a good evening!