"The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name." -William Shakespeare
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Ecclesiastical
There's nothing new that can be said,
So why am I compelled
To keep my pen against this page?
What could I have to tell?
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