Elysian Fields

Let us go, you and I, when the evening is spread out agianst the sky. Oh, do not ask "what is it?" Let us go and make our visit...

Thursday, December 11, 2003

Here's to the past 3 hours of my life...

SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host 5
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear 10
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.

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