July 14, 2010

A Midsummer Night's Dream

How now, spirit! whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

O hell! to choose love by another's eyes.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'

(The view from Matanuska Peak as not yet seen by thine eyes)

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