What's the time?

The time here is 5:01 and I am closing down to get a cup of coffee and a warm by the fire before tea.

Have a nice evening/ day everyone.

Good morning everyone, it's now 7:44am in Boston, raining and cool. 

Nice poem Wolf, I love Longfellow.

Ray 'Hiawatha' is lovely isn't it?  I am also very fond of a poem by Edgar Allan Poe called 'Alone'. It's very haunting:

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

Wolf...I loved that poem!!

It's now 9:02am...at work...again.

It's very humid this morning. Thunderstorms are a-coming!  And I forgot my umbrella...again. 

Here is the poem 'Mariana'

With blackest moss the flower-pots

Were thickly crusted one and all:

The rusted nails fell from the knots

that held the peach to the garden-wall.

the broken sheds look'd sad and strange:

Unlifted was the clinking latch;

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch

Upon the lonely moated grange.

she only said 'My life is dreary,

He cometh not,' she said;

She said 'I am aweary, aweary,

I would that I were dead!' 

There are seven verses to this poem, each one building on the isolation  loneliness, futility, and heartache of Mariana, waiting for her lover. The description of this scenario is Wordsworth at his very best.

  If I can avoid typing it, I will try to find a link and post it for you. 

That is lovely too Ray, I have a picture framed in my house that depicts Mariana looking out the window and waiting for her lover.

I never knew you were such a romantic Ray. I like it.