And I - I am the raven That rare and radiant maiden Emboldened by the shadows Of the night's forgotten lore Be silent, ancient craven! For thou with lies are laden I am not now thy maiden And will be nevermore My soul is now forsaken to he who's tamed the raven And reaches 'cross the shadows To recall the long-lost lore For I - I am the raven That midnight-tressed maiden Begone, ye ancient craven! Beset me nevermore! No more send fair lords laden With gifts for maid and maiden She loves no more thy shadows Will hear not now thy lore Her soul by one is taken The lay of night forsaken This rare and radiant maiden Is claimed forevermore. NsB 03-09-02 "Edgar Allen"
A few poems (2) In the middle of the night.
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Sauntered in at 0730 with the intention of meeting fellowship director, who gives a lie to the old-dogs-new-tricks mantra, for a little chat about…
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Sometimes, it's not so much fun.
If you're easily upset or softhearted, skip this one. I'm talking about "a bad outcome" in obstetrics. I'm still raw from this one, shaking…
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Business for the chaplains...
That's how the world becomes better, Rabbi says, nodding to a nurse. To look at a person and see a human being. Thank you for thinking of us. Peds…
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