...sentiment must close over again, and Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel...

...and the lights down low and I'll be all right. I've also been reading my namesake, Percy Shelley: "I could lie down like a tired child and weep away this life of care." (pauses) That says it all. The front door opens. Andrew and Gail sweep into the living room with a...

...weakness of men, and the cruelty and blindness of destiny. Hers is not the dejection of the poet who " could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care," as Shelley at Naples ; nor is it the despairing missIs ery that moved Cowper in the awful verses of...

...philosophical heroism he bore his troubles and trials ; he might justly have exclaimed with poor Shelley : " I could lie down like a tired child And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and still must bear." Or in his stronger hours he might have felt as Kichter wrote...