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As I Sit

As I sit here and drink my tea, I am over come with the desire to write you up a little story or poem but, as of late my imagination has not been its best, so I thought I would share with you a story from a book I began writing a while back. Here is the story my dear readers:

"Once their was a princess in a far off land," Cassandra began. The children smiled and cuddled around to get closer to the story teller like it would make them in the story by being so close. "She had a Father and a Mother and ten sisters and brothers. She loved her family and spent many hours with them. She loved her brothers for they taught her the way of the sword and the way of the bow. She loved her sisters for they taught her patience by waiting for their princes God had for them and they showed true trust to the lord while waiting and serving him. She loved her mother for showing her what a servant is and how to run a home to the fullest. She loved her father for the protection and mercy an leadership he showed and also for the wisdom an guidance he lead her by. Now this princess had dark brown hair, green eyes and cream skin. She was beautiful by site and also by action and heart. Now in this far off place there was a war getting ready to happen with the country across the sea. Its name was the land of Jade. Now this land was full of  monsters. Monster of heart I must say, But on the outside they were as beautiful as doves. You see their heart was full of anger, hate, greed and false hopes. They spent so much time on them self's that they could only envy the happiness of the others across the sea, for the people of Jade had no happiness. The war started with the clang of swords and shields an battle cries. The princess looked out her bedroom window at the brewing battle, wondering if her father and brothers were alright. "Lord, I pray over the men of this kingdom. Help them, Do not let them lose their strength." The princess prayed whole heartily. As war went into winter many knights died of sickness and of lack of food. The noble princess spent many hours cooking and baking food for the camps. The many knights were thankful for her help and gentleness. They forgot their mourns and pains in her company and smiled for the first in months listening to her laughs. As the war went on, her father got ill and her brothers weak. She was the only one that could save the kingdom for her mother was in labor. She considered the ways that she could go in this situation it was either her leading or choosing a knight to lead in her fathers place, She ponder these two choices carefully. She came to her decision during the night, she went with the second choice. But how would she choose a knight that had wisdom, prudence and respect for her father an his ways an understanding for leading this kingdom in the right direction. She fasted three days before God brought her this noble and wise knight. The knight came to ask if her father was better, her answer was clear with gentleness that he was better but still to weak to lead a kingdom in battle. "Is their any thing I can do for you, princess?" he asked. The princess took in this mans words and character...She had a feeling that this was the Knight right for the job. She told the Knight of her desire and he took the position with great understanding. They discussed the plans of battle and the money supply. She took care of the food and water for all the camps and made sure the castle was also it order. The Knight was wise and consulted the King on every plan when the King was well, he also asked the princess on each plan an listen to each word. Two years later after many trials and many days of tears and battle the war ended in the favor of the Princess and the Knight and of course her father. Her father gained back health and began ruling the kingdom again. Her father heard many grand stories of the great Knight that lead the kingdom while he was ill. The princess also remembered the Knight and after many talks and prayers she soon was married to the Knight. An she lived a grand life full to God and raised many blessings with her Knight in shining armor~

From my unfinished book "Anna Marie"

I'm Back!

Hello my Dear Readers,
I am back. Sorry I have not kept up with blog but, no worries! I am back, and intend to be for a while! So for my first post I shall post a poem...

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THE OLD GARDEN   

I.

I STOOD in an ancient garden
With high red walls around ;
Over them grey and green lichens
In shadowy arabesque wound.
The topmost climbing blossoms
On fields kine-haunted looked out ;
But within were shelter and shadow,
With daintiest odours about.
There were alleys and lurking arbours,
Deep glooms into which to dive.
The lawns were as soft as fleeces,
Of daisies I counted but five.
The sun-dial was so aged
It had gathered a thoughtful grace ;
'Twas the round-about of the shadow
That so had furrowed its face.
The flowers were all of the oldest
That ever in garden sprung ;
Red, and blood-red, and dark purple
The rose-lamps flaming hung.
Along the borders fringéd
With broad thick edges of box
Stood foxgloves and gorgeous poppies
And great-eyed hollyhocks.
There were junipers trimmed into castles,
And ash-trees bowed into tents
For the garden, though ancient and pensive,
Still wore quaint ornaments.
It was all so stately fantastic
Its old wind hardly would stir ;
Young Spring, when she merrily entered,
Scarce felt it a place for her.

II.

I stood in the summer morning
Under a cavernous yew ;
The sun was gently climbing,
And the scents rose after the dew.
I saw the wise old mansion,
Like a cow in the noon-day heat,
Stand in a lake of shadows
That rippled about its feet.
Its windows were oriel and latticed,
Lowly and wide and fair ;
And its chimneys like clustered pillars
Stood up in the thin blue air.
White doves, like the thoughts of a lady,
Haunted it all about ;
With a train of green and blue comets
The peacock went marching stout.
The birds in the trees were singing
A song as old as the world,
Of love and green leaves and sunshine,
And winter folded and furled.
They sang that never was sadness
But it melted and passed away ;
They sang that never was darkness
But in came the conquering day.
And I knew that a maiden somewhere,
In a low oak-panelled room,
In a nimbus of shining garments,
An aureole of white-browed bloom,
Looked out on the garden dreamy,
And knew not it was old ;
Looked past the gray and the sombre,
Saw but the green and the gold.

III.

I stood in the gathering twilight,
In a gently blowing wind;
Then the house looked half uneasy,
Like one that was left behind.
The roses had lost their redness,
And cold the grass had grown ;
At roost were the pigeons and peacock,
The sun-dial seemed a head-stone.
The world by the gathering twilight
In a gauzy dusk was clad ;
Something went into my spirit
And made me a little sad.
Grew and gathered the twilight,
It filled my heart and brain ;
The sadness grew more than sadness,
It turned to a gentle pain.
Browned and brooded the twilight,
Pervaded, absorbed the calm,
Till it seemed for some human sorrows
There could not be any balm.

IV.

Then I knew that, up a staircase
Which untrod will yet creak and shake
Deep in a distant chamber
A ghost was coming awake--
In the growing darkness growing,
Growing till her eyes appear
Like spots of a deeper twilight,
But more transparent clear:
Thin as hot air up-trembling,
Thin as sun-molten crape,
An ethereal shadow of something
Is taking a certain shape ;
A shape whose hands hang listless,
Let hang its disordered hair;
A shape whose bosom is heaving
But draws not in the air.
And I know, what time the moonlight
On her nest of shadows will sit,
Out on the dim lawn gliding
That shadowy shadow will flit.

V.

The moon is dreaming upward
From a sea of cloud and gleam ;
She looks as if she had seen me
Never but in a dream.
Down the stair I know she is coming,
Bare-footed, lifting her train ;
It creaks not-she hears it creaking
Where once there was a brain.
Out at yon side-door she's coming,
With a timid glance right and left ;
Her look is hopeless yet eager,
The look of a heart bereft.
Across the lawn she is flitting,
Her thin gown feels the wind ;
Are her white feet bending the grasses ?
Her hair is lifted behind!

VI.

Shall I stay to look on her nearer ?
Would she start and vanish away ?
Oh, no, she will never see me,
Stand I near as I may!
It is not this wind she is feeling,
Not this cool grass below ;
'Tis the wind and the grass of an evening
A hundred years ago.
She sees no roses darkling,
No stately hollyhocks dim ;
She is only thinking and dreaming
The garden, the night, and him,
The unlit windows behind her,
The timeless dial-stone,
The trees, and the moon, and the shadows
A hundred years agone !
'Tis a night for a ghostly lover
To haunt the best-loved spot :
Is he come in his dreams to this garden ?
I gaze, but I see him not.

VII.

I will not look on her nearer,
My heart would be torn in twain ;
From my eyes the garden would vanish
In the falling of their rain.
I will not look on a sorrow
That darkens into despair,
On the surge of a heart that cannot
Yet cannot cease to bear.
My soul to hers would be calling :
She would hear no word it said !
If I cried aloud in the stillness
She would never turn her head!
She is dreaming the sky above her,
She is dreaming the earth below :--
This night she lost her lover
A hundred years ago.

(Flower photo taken by my sister)