And 'ere she steps into the gloom; 'The room!' she says, 'is green and large, As like a cavern that out of spite Converted the self into a barge For authors' quietly, nightly musings.'
A year passed, and of late occurred, That said sad Knight hadn't kept her word. So she swept up her skirts, returned to work, And switched to a newer version of curd.
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. — H. Jackson Brown
