The deep moans round with many voices.

She hath no loyal knight and true$$$ The Lady of Shalott.

In words$$$ like weeds$$$ I'll wrap me o'er$$$<br/>Like coarsest clothes against the cold.

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.

Used gently$$$ and without the touch of pain.

Constant action overcomes cold; being still overcomes heat.

The ruler attains wholeness in the correct governance of the people.

If the force of arms is considered the only means of authority$$$ it is not an auspicious instrument.

So I did what any deeply burdened American would do: I took to my blog and bitched about it.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn$$$ which have no songs$$$ flutter and fall there with a sigh.