Margaret’s Song

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  There was a king in Thule,  True even to the grave;  To whom his dying mistress  A golden beaker gave.  At every feast he drained it,  Naught was to him so dear,  And often as he drained it,  Gush’d from his eyes the tear.  When death came, unrepining  His cities o’er he told;  All to his heir resigning,  Except his cup of gold.  With many a knightly vassal  At a royal feast sat he,  In yon proud hall ancestral,  In his castle o’er the sea.  Up stood the jovial monarch,  And quaff’d his last life’s glow,  Then hurled the hallow’d goblet  Into the flood below.  He saw it splashing, drinking,  And plunging in the sea;  His eyes meanwhile were sinking,  And never again drank he. “Margaret’s Song” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) in “Faust. Part I.”

Going to be a long road

 Fortunate to have not lost power or suffer heavy damage, but North Carolina and eastern Tennessee could be shut down for a year due to continuing mud slides and wash-outs. Entire towns gone. Search “North Carolina” in social media for more. 


Our rivers are rising due to waters flowing down, some banks have overflowed. Reminiscent of 2015 floods for many. But still safe and dry here. Many areas here still without power. 





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