spleen

The roses were all red, the ivy was all black:

 dear if you turn your head, all my despairs come back.

The sky was too blue, too kind, the sea too green,

and the air too calm: and i know in my mind i shall

wake and not find you there.

I am tired of the box-tree's shine and the holly's,

that never will pass, and the plain's unending line,

and of all but you, alas!

-arthur symons.

ps- tash's grad went beautifully. she looked so amazing. i will post pics soon.