Goddag kära Grasshoppers – jag vet att ni saknat skolan, läxorna, lärarna och än en gång är det dags att göra det större, bättre och mer mer MER!!!!
Välkomn till 2012-2013…skolåret då ni tar plats på det där jäkla framtidståget, sprider ut er och går segrande ut i livet…
De e coolt å va stude!!!
| TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, | |
| That from the nunnery | |
| Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind | |
| To war and arms I fly. | |
| True, a new mistress now I chase, | 5 |
| The first foe in the field; | |
| And with a stronger faith embrace | |
| A sword, a horse, a shield. | |
| Yet this inconstancy is such | |
| As thou too shalt adore; | 10 |
| I could not love thee, Dear, so much, | |
| Loved I not Honour more. |
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)
