Thursday, July 10, 2008

Milton

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease,
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm
Of Hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone,
But rush upon me thronging, and present
Times pas, what once I was, and what am now.


Samson Agonistes

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Streams of consciousness from a mother of 10 who usually can't collect her thoughts and finds commas a nuisance.