I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, The East her hidden joy before the morning break, The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away, The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire: O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire, The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay: Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest, And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet. - William Butler Yeats
Stone are my walls, and my roof is of timber, But the hands of my builder are stronger by far. The roof may be burned and my stones may be scattered, But never her light be defeated in war. I am the heart and the core of the Morgans. Many the battle, around me, was fought. Many the year has gone by since my building. Each of my stones, by a life, has been bought. Long was the work and hard was the building From under the hill and the forest so wide. My stone, that is piled in the place of her choosing, Is mortared with bone of the men who have died. Blood paid the price of this hill that I rest on And blood pays the price of these lands that I see. The price; it is fair for the rights that it purchased. Within my gray walls, ye shall ever stand free. I am the heart and the core of the Morgans. Amanda; she built me and I shall remain A home for the heart of the men that may leave me; A beacon for bearing their way home again. Stone are my walls and my roof is of timber, But the hands of my builder are stronger by far. The roof may be burned and my stones may be scattered, But never her light be defeated in war. - Gordon R. Dickson, The Spirit of Dorsai
I’m out until Tuesday. In the meanwhile, please keep in mind:
– Keep long hair or dangling jewelry tied back or tucked away while lighting fireworks.
– Make sure to hold sparklers by the nonflammable end.
– Even if everybody else ran, don’t be the one to try and look cool by walking slowly away from lit fireworks, because having the casing fall on your head detracts from this image.
– Make sure all fireworks are secured to a firm, level, non-flammable base.
– Or at least are pointed up when you light them.
There is war to the North should I risk and ride forth, And a fight to the South, too, I'm thinking; There is war in the East, and one battle at least In the West between eating and drinking. I'm allowed to rejoice in an excellent choice Of plans for a soldier of mettle, For all of them mean bloody war and rapine. So - on which should a gentleman settle? - Talbot Mundy, chapter epigraph
Image by Sandara: Mariel Gullwhacker! ❤