Thoughts of Spring occurring while sitting in a Stressless reading Tennyson
The better part of the poetry is Lord Alfred Tennyson's Locksley Hall. The Stressless chair is the Vegas, perfect for watching the stars.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.…Many a night … [I marveled in my Stressless] , ere I went to rest,Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade,Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.[Many a dark and lonely night, solitary gazed the silvery moon,Until the clouds, all shades of grey softly covered its light all too soon.]…When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see;Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.—[Ere I closed my book, an old copy of Lord Alfred Tennyson;I looked about, one last time, and composed these thoughts just for fun.Forgive me gentle reader, if I assuredly assume,To place another’s words in my own poor costumeBut when the blackest night again turned to the brightest morn,And I saw the golden sun light the world once more.The earth rising from its silent slumber,And winter’s leaves stirring in the wind, a pale shade of golden amber.From Locksley Hall, those simple lines stirred within me,Fired by Minerva inspiration, Tennyson’s words set me free.Those words were these: ]In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;In the Spring … [one’s] fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.[And what love’s fancy could be more fair,Than to sit and compose a poem in a Stressless chair.]
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