So, the OddPoll on the blog’s new look is complete, with pretty mixed results. We’ll leave it up in the sidebar for a while, so you can check it out fer yerself. We guess we’ll leave it like this for a while, but will probably go back to the old one someday and maybe even a different one altogether – who knows?
We like to keep our fans guessing, after all…
Just so this post isn’t completely worthless, here’s a pretty-much random poem by Thomas Moore – pictured, of course – that I (Orin) was thinking about tonight. I sang a nifty musical arrangement with these words in college days. Enjoy!
The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing
The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light, that lies
In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.
Though Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorn'd the lore she brought me,
My only books
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.
Her smile when Beauty granted,
I hung with gaze enchanted,
Like him, the sprite,
Whom maids by night
Oft meet in glen that's haunted.
Like him, too, Beauty won me,
But while her eyes were on me,
If once their ray
Was turn'd away,
Oh! winds could not outrun me.
And are those follies going?
And is my proud heart growing
Too cold or wise
For brilliant eyes
Again to set it glowing?
No, vain, alas! th' endeavour
From bonds so sweet to sever;
Poor Wisdom's chance
Against a glance
Is now as weak as ever.
Thomas Moore