I noticed that during Passover the City seemed to grip the myths of the Christian faith and twist them about. Being used to the Irish Catholic traditions I found the whole thing intellectually fascinating. I’m hardly the religious sort, you realize. Those who held more firmly to the traditions may have felt less at ease, but it seemed to herald a
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No, really. Is this for real, Keats? I mean, I've seen a few extra sheep running around today, but you know how many sheep've been around here lately.
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...Are you saying the plant-sheep are dangerous?
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She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
She keeps them from the steep;
She feeds them on the fragrant height,
And folds them in for sleep.
She roams maternal hills and bright,
Dark valleys safe and deep.
Into that tender breast at night
The chastest stars may peep.
She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
She walks-the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
-Alice Meynell
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If they want us to sacrifice things again...just no.
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