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Feb 27, 2005 18:48

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening ( Read more... )

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mouthsaghast February 27 2005, 18:51:57 UTC
i remember learning that in miss covells class freshman year.

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thelonewulf February 27 2005, 19:11:18 UTC
The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune;
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon.

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head.
I cannot sleep, my mind's aflight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight.

What dreams may come, both dark and deep,
Of flying wings and soaring leap,
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep..

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munkus15 February 27 2005, 21:31:49 UTC
you posting those last lines, is actually what inspried me to post this poem...it sparked my memory of it and how much i liked it...

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zackskellington February 27 2005, 19:14:25 UTC
i also remember learning that in covell's class. oh, how i wish i could return to the carefree days of freshman year...

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ensorceler March 1 2005, 23:56:17 UTC
Oh, reminiscing times. Times without the dreaded workload that is Mr. Heard's class.

I loved Ms. Covell and her lovely assignments. "Write a page, on whatever! It doesn't matter! Just fill a page! Yay!"

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