| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: Were worth the fearful anguish of the end.
Yea, lack of love is bitterest of all;
Yet I have felt what thing it is to know
One thought forever, sleeping or awake;
To say one name whose sweetness grows so strange
That it might work a spell on those who weep;
To feel the weight of love upon my heart
So heavy that the blood can scarcely flow.
Love comes to some unlooked-for, quietly,
As when at twilight, with a soft surprise,
We see the new-born crescent in the blue;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: Then the crone smote her lean hands one within the other, and
laughed like a sea-gull. "Home!" cried she. "O daughter of a
King, home to your stone house; for the longing is come upon you
now, nor can you live any more after the manner of simple men.
Home, and toil and suffer, till the gift come that will make you
bare, and till the man come that will bring you care."
The King's daughter made no more ado, but she turned about and went
home to her house in silence. And when she was come into her
chamber she called for her nurse.
"Nurse," said the King's daughter, "thought is come upon me for the
morrow, so that I can live no more after the manner of simple men.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: "More again, as I said, when, incolae, inhabitants of Devon; but,
most of all, men of Bideford school. Oh renowned school! Oh
schoolboys ennobled by fellowship with him! Oh most happy
pedagogue, to whom it has befallen to have chastised a
circumnavigator, and, like another Chiron, trained another
Hercules: yet more than Hercules, for he placed his pillars on the
ocean shore, and then returned; but my scholar's voyage--"
"Hark how the old fox is praising himself all along on the sly,"
said Cary.
"Mr. William, Mr. william, peace;--silentium, my graceless pupil.
Urge the foaming steed, and strike terror into the rapid stag, but
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