My gentle readers, surely you can see The vast and trackless waste the heart can be. So judge us not by deeds that you call base, As you yourself have not stood in our place. Even the palest shade of Love will stain Yet still, no will can Love restrain. So readers tell, what course were we to set With ev'ry path so laden with regret? And thus I let this single sentiment avail as cynosure and testament: "Though all the world be clouded in your sight, Yet know, of all you see, that Love is right."
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Date: 2008-02-05 12:05 am (UTC)[Enter Elan]
Elan [to the readers]
The vast and trackless waste the heart can be.
So judge us not by deeds that you call base,
As you yourself have not stood in our place.
Even the palest shade of Love will stain
Yet still, no will can Love restrain.
So readers tell, what course were we to set
With ev'ry path so laden with regret?
And thus I let this single sentiment
avail as cynosure and testament:
"Though all the world be clouded in your sight,
Yet know, of all you see, that Love is right."
[Exit]