Sunday, November 19, 2006

Consequences happen.

Entry for Monday, 14 November, 2005

I memorized this poem sometime in high school, I think. If I recall correctly, it's by Robert Browning - but I could be wrong about that. I offer it today for your contemplative enjoyment:

Dearly bought, the hidden treasure
Finer things can bestow
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

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