The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418   Message #3788265
Posted By: Rapparee
02-May-16 - 09:04 AM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Amos, Amos, Amos. I would NEVER EVER laugh at the guy who wrote

I stood upon the mountain which o'erlooks        
The narrow seas, whose rapid interval        
Parts Afric from green Europe, when the sun        
Had fallen below the Atlantic, and above        
The silent heavens were blenched with faery light,              
Uncertain whether faery light or cloud,        
Flowing southward, and the chasms of deep, deep blue        
Slumbered unfathomable, and the stars        
Were flooded over with clear glory and pale.        
I gazed upon the sheeny coast beyond,              
There where the Giant of old Time infixed        
The limits of his prowess, pillars high        
Long time erased from earth; even as the Sea        
When weary of wild inroad buildeth up        
Huge mounds whereby to stay his yeasty waves.              
And much I mused on legends quaint and old,        
Which whilome won the hearts of all on earth        
Toward their brightness, even as flame draws air;        
But had their being in the heart of man,        
As air is the life of flame: and thou wert then              
A centred glory-circled memory,        
Divinest Atalantis, whom the waves        
Have buried deep, and thou of later name,

I was so deeply in sorrow and tears that I could not copy more here. Poor Mother MOAB would again turn to drink and yeasty waves would build up huge mounds in her ccup.