"'cos_mos.+\"N,p-f49" <Cos=mos.@4theplanetfromthesun.net.(moved)> wrote
in news:jrKOf.934$TK5.667@fe06.news.easynews.com:
> Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
> news:b2gm0216mna93qeuvict992s3arvmle9g4@4ax.com:
>
>> On Sun, 05 Mar 2006 03:30:19 GMT, Lil Stinker <anywhere@uwant2.net>
>> wrote:
>>
>>>Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
>>>news:3s4k02522e6mnf0nk72c10k6iebqp7j8hd@4ax.com:
>>>
>>>> Well?
>>>>
>>>
>>>The current owner of this establishment is on hiatus.
>>>If you would like to leave a query thereof.....please wait until
>>>after the.....................................................
>>>
>>
>> Is there anybody there?" said the Traveler,
>> Knocking on the moonlit door;
>> And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
>> Of the forest's ferny floor:
>> And a bird flew up out of the turret,
>> Above the Traveler's head:
>> And he smote upon the door again a second time;
>> "Is there anybody there?' he said.
>>
>> But no one descended to the Traveler.
>> No head from the leaf-fringed sill
>> Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
>> Where he stood perplexed and still.
>> But only a host of phantom listeners
>> That dwelt in the lone house then,
>> Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
>> To that voice from the world of men:
>> Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
>> That goes down to the empty hall,
>> Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
>> By the lonely Traveler's call.
>>
>> And he felt in his heart their strangeness;
>> Their stillness answering his cry,
>> While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
>> 'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
>> For he suddenly smote on the door, even
>> Louder and lifted his head: -
>>
>> `Tell them I came, and no one answered,
>> That I kept my word,' he said.
>> Never the least stir made the listeners,
>> Though every word he spake
>> Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the house
>> From the one man left awake:
>> Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
>> And the sound of iron on stone,
>> And how the silence surged softly backward,
>> When the plunging hoofs were gone."
>>
>> Walter De La Mare,
>>
>>
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>
> Well maybe you could settle for o'l cosmos returned dripping from a
> close encounter with a very late monsoon!
>
> still warm an wet beats cold and frozen any day in my book
> so mustnot grumble. (much)
>
> bfn
> Cosmos
>
High and dry on this end but very warm.
LS
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