(with apologies to pretty much everyone)
O, where are the snows of yesteryear,
Alone and palely loitering?
Once upon a midnight drear,
They changed their state with kings.
I caught this morning morning's minion,
She walks in beauty like the night.
And everything happens that can't be done,
To rage against the light.
I am the music maker,
And captain of my soul.
I take the road less traveled by:
The grave is not it’s goal.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And Hope is the thing with feathers.
Death I think is no parenthesis,
But I go on forever.
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
And went to Innisfree,
My head is bloody but unbowed,
Death kindly stopped for me.
* * * (additional verse that didn’t quite seem to fit) * * *
Today we have naming of parts,
But I know not which to prefer.
O, never say that I was false of heart,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water.
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