This past week was really bizarre and as an effect of me living as if in a fog, I did not remember to post Borrowed Words last Monday and only managed to write two posts altogether. Not good, not good. I hope to catch up this week though and to start on the right foot, I am remembering to write this post. Without further ado, I give you words borrowed from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.