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Gathered things from here and there that have caught the eye of a lady living in the earthquake state. Expect regular dashes of Tolkien, art history, Studio Ghibli, Game of Thrones madness, more Dragon Age than I ought to indulge in, mediocre jokes and inane text posts.

The Old Astronomer to His Pupil

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by Sarah Williams

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, — I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then till now.

Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data, for your adding as is meet;
And remember, men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learnt the worth of scorn;
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn;
What, for us, are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles?
What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?

You may tell that German college that their honour comes too late.
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate;
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”?

Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife, —
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sworn, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep.
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars, —
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.


Love And Frienship - Emily Brontë | Tom Hiddleston

You have never cared — Ernst von der Recke (1848 - 1933)

You have never cared for me, I know,
I can never win your heart, love,
For we are as wide as the daylight’s glow
And the gloom of the night apart, love

And just as the night must still pursue
The daylight’s fugitive gleaming,
Wherever you go I must follow you
With my thoughts and all of my dreaming.

If I might cull in the seas of the south
the roseate coral’s treasure,
I’d give it all for your wondrous mouth
That grieves my heart beyond measure.

And if I were to gather the loveliest
Of flowers on earth and the rarest,
I never should find one east or west
With eyes sweet as yours my fairest.

May the angels follow you wherever you go
And watch o’er your beauty bright, love,
For you and I are as daylight’s glow
And the desolate dark of night, love.