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Jan. 14th, 2022 05:54 pmOne shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Yes, most people only knew the first line of the poem, but for Simon those two couplets embodied her best. His friend. His companion, over the telephone. His compatriot. His comrade. His fellow. His...
He shook his head, gripping the thin metal he used to dial the phone with tightly until he felt it starting to shift a bit in his hands. No. No, no. Calm. Controlled. Relaxed. Some things were not to be thought. Some choices were made many, many years ago. He had what he had. She was in his life; that was enough.
It had to be.
"Byron." he said after she picked up, "I think, today, I would like to listen to Byron."
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Yes, most people only knew the first line of the poem, but for Simon those two couplets embodied her best. His friend. His companion, over the telephone. His compatriot. His comrade. His fellow. His...
He shook his head, gripping the thin metal he used to dial the phone with tightly until he felt it starting to shift a bit in his hands. No. No, no. Calm. Controlled. Relaxed. Some things were not to be thought. Some choices were made many, many years ago. He had what he had. She was in his life; that was enough.
It had to be.
"Byron." he said after she picked up, "I think, today, I would like to listen to Byron."
