| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between.
For thro' the silver showers of May
And thro' the summer's heavy heat,
In vain I sought his golden head
And light, fast-flying feet.
Perhaps when all the world is bare
And cruel winter holds the land,
The Love that finds no place to hide
Will run and catch my hand.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: "But they don't, you know--they don't dust it!" Mrs. Lombard
protested, without showing any resentment of her husband's
manner.
"Precisely--they don't dust it. Since we have lived in Siena we
have not once seen the cobwebs removed from the battlements of
the Mangia. Can you conceive of such housekeeping? My wife has
never yet dared to write it home to her aunts at Bonchurch."
Mrs. Lombard accepted in silence this remarkable statement of her
views, and her husband, with a malicious smile at Wyant's
embarrassment, planted himself suddenly before the young man.
"And now," said he, "do you want to see my Leonardo?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken: Over the pale grey tumbled towers,--
And settles among the roofs, the pale grey walls.
Along damp sinuous streets it crawls,
Curls like a dream among the motionless trees
And seems to freeze.
The fog slips ghostlike into a thousand rooms,
Whirls over sleeping faces,
Spins in an atomy dance round misty street lamps;
And blows in cloudy waves over open spaces . . .
And one from his high window, looking down,
Peers at the cloud-white town,
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