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Lucy Ashton's Song.
Look thou not on beauty's charming,
Sit thou still when kings are arming,
Taste not when the win-cup glistens,
Speak not when the people listens,
Strain thine ear against the singer,
From the red-gold keep thy finger,
Vacant hand and heart and eye,
Easy live and quiet die.
~Sir Walter Scott
feel like Lucy somedays, too afraid of being afraid to do anything worthwhile. Somedays, I am too afraid of hurting someone to love them, and in the end it is my inaction that hurts the most. Somedays I sympathize with her. Some days I hate her. Then, I hate myself. Those days are the worst.
- by LadyoftheGreenKirtle |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 12/13/2011 |
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- Title: For Lucy.
- Artist: LadyoftheGreenKirtle
- Description: I was inspired by a poem. This poem made me feel passionate, for better or for worse. Here is what came of those emotions.
- Date: 12/13/2011
- Tags: lucy
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