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05 December 2007 @ 06:47 pm
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" Never speaking, still awake,
Pleasing most when most I speak,
The Delight of old and young,
Tho' I speak without a Tongue.
Nought but one Thing can confound me,
Many Voices joining round me;
Then I fret, and rave and gabble,
Like the Labourers of Babel.
Now I am a Dog, or Cow,
I can bark, or I can low,
I can bleat, or I can sing,
Like the Warblers of the Spring.
Let the Love-sick Bard complain,
And I mourn the cruel Pain;
Let the happy Swain rejoice,
And I join my helping Voice;
Both are welcome, Grief or Joy,
I with either sport and toy.
Tho' a Lady, I am stout,
Drums and Trumpets bring me out;
Then I clash and roar, and rattle,
Join in all the Din of Battle.
Jove, with all his loudest Thunder,
When I'm vext, can't keep me under;
Yet so tender is my Ear,
That the lowest Voice I fear;
Much I dread the Courtier's Fate,
When his Merit's out of Date,
For I hate a silent Breath,
And a Whisper is my Death."




They get louder. They get louder, and louder, and louder until they shake the walls and I drown.
 
 
 
d_ecay on December 6th, 2007 12:38 am (UTC)
Swallow those words of false sophistication and bite down on your tongue till it bleeds.
[Q] uiet.: defragmentationqiew on December 6th, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
And spit it in your eye.
d_ecay on December 6th, 2007 12:48 am (UTC)
Yet how could I refuse something so disgusting from a creature like you.
[Q] uiet.: ostensible and blueqiew on December 6th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
With less words.