I feel the need to all cap MEDITATIONS, to honor a man of certain distinction: Mr. D.L. Stewart
Series to E. Wednesday, Aug. 12, 1936, 1:00 A.M. - In the Country
Rise, golden orb of the midnight skies, And show me with your mellow beams The window where a maiden lies Dreaming sweetly - pleasant dreams. 'Tis one o'clock: your golden rim Reflects its final-quarter glow And lends a mystic radiance dim To the tired sleeping world below. Sleep, tired world, both beast and man! The hands of yesterday need rest: And sleep your tired bodies can, But, not the struggle in my breast. Thou silent orb - whence comes the power Inherent in your mystic glow? And why do you, in this dim hour, Disturb my throbbing spirit so? Is it because in former tide Beneath your full-resplendent charm She walked, so meekly, by my side So soft her hand within my arm?
End page one, y’all. Sheesh to the woosh. Mr. DL gots the pinings of the heart loves something fierce for Miss EB. At 1 am.
to be continued… but first I must digest page one.
Love, Ms. Herisme xoxo
ps I KNOW that I just lost any librarian credibility by using a few (out of approximately bazillion) rocks from SonHerisme’s rock collection to gently hold the papers open. I know. I know. I know. I also know that most likely I will continue to make sketch decisions like this, so if this image burns your librarian curator conservationist historian sensitive eyeball brains (which I ADORE but blatantly disregarding consideration for atm), then now you know to avert your eyes on at least the next four MEDITATIONS posts. Fair warning and you’re welcome.