II O sweet my sometime loved and worshipt one A day thou gavest me That rose full-orbed in starlike happiness And lit our heaven that other stars had none:-- Sole as that westering sphere companionless When twilight is begun And the dead sun transfigureth the sea: A day so bright Methought the very shadow, from its light Thrown, were enough to bless (Albeit with but a shadow's benison) The unborn days its dark posterity.

In mid-April I took my comp test at the Mather AFB education office. Two weeks later I got a letter telling me I had passed my comp test on the first try.

Hello, you would say to the ones who looked like him as you lined up for the kickoff, and his type would nod and look away, one rock glint of recognition your due for living across the hall from one another all through freshman year, and then bang, as the ball was passed back, you'd get a bony king-hell knee in the crotch.

The doctor went up to the bed, and said, firmly, Miss Garnock, you must not keep Mr. Yonge any longer. Who'll he be that comes meddling between me and my Tar? shrieked the patient. Mither, bid yon fremd body gang his ways. I'll no be fashed wi' him the day.