Aquarius, I love you for your mind. No, wait. I don't. I respect you for your mind. And no matter how original or inspired you are, yours is still the cold light of a distant star. They can see it shining, they just can't feel it.
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
our noisy years seem moments in the being
of the eternal silence: truths that wake,
to perish never:
which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, nor man nor boy,
nor all that is at emnity with joy
can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence, in a season of calm weather,
though inland far we be,
our souls have sight of that immortal sea
which brought us hither:
can in a moment travel thither -
and see the children sport upon the shore,
and hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
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