tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post1734310974753934181..comments2024-03-27T11:02:20.107-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: If this is “fading”Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-25044285311590199772022-07-24T15:26:27.403-07:002022-07-24T15:26:27.403-07:00To die, to sleep—to sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, ...To die, to sleep—to sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when I have shuffled off this mortal coil gives me pause, for why would I bear the pangs of disprized love, when I myself might my quietus make with a bare dagger? But the dread of something after death, makes me rather bear those ills I have than fly to others that I know not of. <br /><br />However, …<br /><br />If this sunset is “dying”, bury me in such a shroud of red! If this be sleep, on such a night how proud to shut my eye! Farewell, gentle fellow men! Peacock prefers to die! <br /><br />If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no woman ever lov'd.<br />Larry Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-34729748485885590582017-11-07T04:02:51.382-08:002017-11-07T04:02:51.382-08:00Thank you for your lovely comments 🤗Thank you for your lovely comments 🤗Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06928430191101743107noreply@blogger.com