A Rainy Sunday...

Enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon with hubby, listening to the downpour and thunder outside, and I thought I'd share a poem.

A Line-Storm Song by Robert Frost

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.

The road is forlorn all day,

Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,

And the hoof-prints vanish away.

The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,

Expend their bloom in vain.

Come over the hills and far with me,

And be my love in the rain.

The birds have less to say for themselves

In the wood-world's torn despair

Than now these numberless years the elves,

Although they are no less there:

All song of the woods is crushed like some

Wild, earily shattered rose.

Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,

Where the boughs rain when it blows.

There is the gale to urge behind

And bruit our singing down,

And the shallow waters aflutter with wind

From which to gather your gown.

What matter if we go clear to the west,

And come not through dry-shod?

For wilding brooch shall wet your breast

The rain-fresh goldenrod.

Oh, never this whelming east wind swells

But it seems like the sea's return

To the ancient lands where it left the shells

Before the age of the fern;

And it seems like the time when after doubt

Our love came back amain.

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout

And be my love in the rain.

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Last night Andrew and I went to the Naples Philharmonic. It was great to get away from the books and be able to focus on each other and enjoy some great music by Ravel, Grieg, Dvorak, Rimsky-Korsakov, and others. Most memorable was Nimrod from Enigma Variations by Edward Elgar- the Phil's interpretation and playing of this piece was magnificent. This was the second concert we have attended at the Naples Phil, and I have been very impressed with their work. We ended the night at Cheesecake Factory where we met friends Gary and Christine for yummy dessert and wedding talk. :)
Ready for a night out!