There is a slight problem...I do not have time to write a full-fledged article at this moment. Nor do I have time to read Bleak House. But I am reading (when I can snatch a little bit of free time) The Complete Fiction of H.P Lovecraft. I think that this week I will try to work on a little something...maybe a biography of H.P Lovecraft? Or a review of one of his short stories...We'll see.
At the moment, though, I have this BEAUTIFUL song serenading in my head.
The one and only Doris Day sings this song by Hoagy Carmichael. It is really breathtaking, I tell you. I know this has absolutely nothing to do with literature, but I really could not help it!
Here are the lyrics:
Intro:
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by
Refrain:
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie.
And I am once again with you
When our love was new.
And each kiss, an inspiration.
But that was long ago.
And now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall where stars are bright
You are in my arms.
A nightingale sings its fairy tale
Of paradise where roses bloom.
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it always will remain
my stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.
The memory of love's refrain
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by
Refrain:
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights
Dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie.
And I am once again with you
When our love was new.
And each kiss, an inspiration.
But that was long ago.
And now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song.
Beside a garden wall where stars are bright
You are in my arms.
A nightingale sings its fairy tale
Of paradise where roses bloom.
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it always will remain
my stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain.
The memory of love's refrain
Hmmm...I am basking in this. I do have to learn it...
Yours Truly,
Kathleen
P.S. A little quote by H.P. Lovecraft:
Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
