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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Shades" You shade me I shade you stops the sun burning eternally through long nights’ deep bleed the blue birds lead the way; "definitely no more flowers", you say. I say, "fancy some foxgloves?" You say, "Slinky opera-like?" I say, "No way, Prospero digitalis are us behind eyes that pray." Just for good measure I say, "I’m not Miranda, I’m Prospera, by the way, my high charms work, and these my enemies are all knit up in their distractions, they are now in my power. I hear tell that Hell is now empty and all the devils are here." "I believe you", you say, "digitalis ready lead the way." (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) “This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it” “Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.” “We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again. And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what’s past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.” “I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.” “Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.”
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