are you tired?

[LukkyKnight]

[font=Goudy,Garamond,Times New Roman,Georgia]It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.[/font]

An excerpt from Robert Frost's "Birches"

 

[Ice Cold]

Woods

More partial to this:

Whose woods these are, I think I know.
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
to watch his woods fill with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
to stop without a farmhouse near.
Beetween the woods and frozen lake,
the darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
to ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound is the sweep
of easy wind and downey flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
miles to go before I sleep.

Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening: R. Frost

 

[dangergirl]

This one seems to fit in here.

When you're weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
When you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind

 

[SempreAngela]

In Summer's Heat

In summer's heat and mid-time of the day,

To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay,

One window shut, the other open stood,

Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood

Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,

Or night being past and yet not day begun.

Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown,

Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown.

Then came Corinna in a long, loose gown,

Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,

Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed,

Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped.

I snatched her gown, being thin the harm was small,

Yet strived she to be covered therewithal,

And, striving thus as one that would be chaste,

Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.

Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,

Not one wen in her body could I spy.

What arms and shoulders did I touch and see?

How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me?

How smooth a belly under her waist saw I?

How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh?

To leave the rest, all liked me passing well;

I clinged her naked body, down she fell.

Judge you the rest. Being tired, she bade me kiss.

Jove send me more such afternoons as this.


Ovid (43bc - ad 18)
(translated by Christopher Marlowe)