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By Hour of Sweetest Night,
When Daytide, Blushing, turns her Fair Cheek away,
And All the Heavens, do, in Spectral Show,
Dance to the eye and Court each Heart with Smiles;
My Lingering Breath,
Which in heaves and sighs Permits this Life Continuance,
Calls my Waiting and Long Yearning Riotous Calamity
And Curses All the Happy Hours that chortle and mock her Breathless Vigil.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful.
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Thanks Richard. Sorry I haven’t been round yet this morning. Work has been demanding and I’ve been trying to do more writing, though never seem to get round to it. I may be forced to take a break from BnV for a while so I can finish Breaking Into The Light on schedule. 😦 I would hate to do that, but Im starting to feel the pressure.
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I know the feeing and entirely understand. WP is taking a backseat with me too.
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I hate to do it, but I just cant keep up and Dark Fey is Finally taking off, I cant put off the sequel now!
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Book first / blog second.
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Lovely.
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