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But oh Melpomene! thy lyre of woe--
To what a mournful pitch its keys were strung,
And when thou badest its tones of sorrow flow,
Each weeping Muse, enamoured, o'er thee hung:
How sweet--how heavenly sweet, when faintly rose
The song of grief, and at its dying close
The soul seemed melting in the trembling breast;
The eye in dews of pity flowed away,
And every heart, by sorrow's load opprest,
To infant softness sunk, as breathed thy mournful lay.
~James G. Percival

I like poetry. It's the stuff that keeps me going. This area is a place for me to mention my favorite poets and show you a bit of their work. None of it is mine, it belongs to them, is copyright to them, all that... I prefer others' writing to my own, in the end. If you want to see any of my poetry, I have some up in the fanfic section.