The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might,
The breath of the moist earth is light,
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight,
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods,
The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple seaweeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore,
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown:
I sit upon the sands alone,--
The lightning of the noontide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion,
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion?
Percy B. Shelley
Ok, ik geef toe, ik heb hier slechts de eerste helft van z'n "lament" geplakt.
Hij heeft zo'n mooie dingen geschreven, maar kon extreem klagerig, morbide en ronduit zwartgallig worden op het eind. Vandaar.
't Valt op dat ik geen $a% te doen heb op 't werk vandaag?

Ik heb hier nog nooit zo lang op het forum rondgehangen, denk ik.
Foei-foei! Get a life!