Bailey's Diary

I am so sorry for the quietness from me I have had the worst week ever my dog Bailey passed away on the 8th August 2016, while I was at work.
When I came home at 7pm he was on the bathroom floor he was all alone, I wish I was with him I would have spoke to him and told him everything was going to be alright.... But I wasn't.
I am coming to terms with it very slowly he was my child, I am getting used to the loneliness.

We saved each other baby.










BOOK: The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Angel was great I instantly fell in love with Jem,
Clockwork Prince didn't have so much action in it, it was just about evolving characters and the storyline there where some bits that dribbled but it was still good.

The last one Clockwork Princess broke my heart i cried over Jem
(OMG FELL EMOTIONAL JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

Never expected the ending it really was a full circle.

 
 

Poem: Maud by Alfred Tennyson

Maud
 
Come into the garden, Maud,
    For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
    I am here at the gate alone;

 And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
    And the musk of the roses blown.
 
For a breeze of morning moves,
    And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
    On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
    To faint in his light, and to die.
 
All night have the roses heard
    The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stir'd
    To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
    And a hush with the setting moon.
 
I said to the lily, 'There is but one
    With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone?
    She is weary of dance and play.'

 Now half to the setting moon are gone,
    And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
    The last wheel echoes away.
I said to the rose, 'The brief night goes
    In babble and revel and wine.

 O young lord-lover, what sighs are those
    For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rose,
    'For ever and ever, mine.'
And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
    As the music clash'd in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
    For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
    Our wood, that is dearer than all;
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
    That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewel-print of your feet
    In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
    And the valleys of Paradise.
 
The slender acacia would not shake
    One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
    As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
    Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
    They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
 
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
    Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
    Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls.
    To the flowers, and be their sun.
There has fallen a splendid tear
    From the passion-flower at the gate.

 She is coming, my dove, my dear;
    She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;'
    And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;'
The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;'
    And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
    Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
    Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
    Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
    And blossom in purple and red.