Only can I imagine living in that long ago time, having experiences and memories made.
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Dark Night of the Stone
Freezing fingers clutch the silver cup
The thin but faithful horse stands grace
Equine feelings urge Gawain, “Go on”
The mountain stream adds ice; its own
Completing miseries’ embrace
How did we come to this, Gawain?
His frozen thoughts; the pain, protest
How did we seek a place unknown
To pay the debt we shouldn’t own
From Christmas last, a bitter jest!
He fingers coins, full purse of spite
“Perhaps I’ll buy a rooml!”
But round him snow and frozen streams
Speak far of warming tavern’s dreams
And icy wind that offers only doom
A mind, half starved, breaks off a branch
“May I divine a place to Yule!”
The joke is lost on blackening fells
Which long for village evening bells
Far from that place where death’s the only rule
His strength no more can fight the cold
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