Thursday, May 26, 2005

Tennyson's Vision

Drink!

And let the parties rave:

They are filled with idle spleen*;
Rising, falling, like a wave,

For they know not what they mean.

You are bones, and what of that?
And every face is but modell'd on a skull.

*spleen NOUN:
A tendency to become angry

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