1. God
2. Friends
3. Art
They are life.
For now the noonday quiet holds the hill:
The grasshopper is silent in the grass:
The lizard, with his shadow on the stone,
Rests like a shadow, and the winds are dead.
The purple flower droops: the golden bee
Is lily-cradled: I alone awake.
My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love,
My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim,
And I am all aweary of my life.
-Lord Alfred Tennyson, Oenone
I love Tennyson...haven't read something of his in a long time...I must buy a book of his poems
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