Rob wrote:Today bears the weight of erstwhile trepidation.
Uncertainties exhumed only to be hung up as ominous flags.
It has been grasped in my fingertips,
The reins that have steered my conscience,
The compass that has guided me through the wilderness
Of myself,
I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
The cold black fear is clutching me to-night.
Will we go through ? Or is it the end ?
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
....I'll have what you are drinking Rob!
Come on Rog!!!......Off to watch Federer in a min...