from The Sherwood Ring

This was just delicious. I love Pope’s imagery (someday I’ll make a post of my faves from Perilous Gard).

Outside the sun was shining and the birds were singing and the open windows were clustered round with yellow roses…but I was in no mood to do anything but sit on the floor with my back to the garden and think bitterly about my wrongs and grievances.

There were a great many of them; and I was getting a certain miserable satisfaction from laying them all out and rummaging through them over and over again.

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