Monday, October 02, 2006

Are not the joys of morning sweeter,
Than the joys of night,
And are the vig’rous joys of youth,
Ashamed of the light?

Let age and sickness silent rob
The vineyards in the night,
But those who burn with vig’rous youth
Pluck fruits before the light.

From Lambeth by William Blake

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