Jensen Memorial Library

Send the kiddos down to do a Batman coloring page and we’ll hang it up in the library!

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended;

That you have but slumbered here

Whilst these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend;

If you pardon, we will mend.

And, as I am an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,

We will make amends, ere long,

Else, the Puck a liar call.

So, goodnight unto you all!

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare, Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 430-455

Art by Jud Sharp “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”

The library will be closed Friday, April 26th in observance of Arbor Day.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

Engraved portrait by Martin Droeshout

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe

Artwork by Deviantart user DarkArtists-Inc

The phone rings, I get a call,
I’ve got to be ready to make a fast haul.
The calf is ready, the cow is not,
I reach in to see what is caught.
I give it a feel; I give it a look,
I find a hoof and put it on a hook.
With a jerk and a crank,
The calf falls out on it’s flank.
The calf bawls, the cow’s head shakes,
With a beller, she makes us Quake.
The calf stumbles, the calf falls,
But he responds to one more call.
The farmer knew it could’ve been worse,
He sure was glad to see it nurse.
The wind may be howling, the snow blowing,
But we have one more pair a going.

By Rachel and Dan Bridges

REFLECTION

Here goes the Old Year
And what have I done
To brighten it up for anyone?
Is anyone happier that I am here,
Have I made life brighter
For someone this year?
Have I done what I could to lighten the load
For anyone passing along the same road?
The road may be long
But grows shorter each year,
And then it will end,
And I’ll not be here.
Shall anyone say I have lived it in vain?
If so, I can’t live it over again,
So I’ll begin right now
And try every day
To scatter some sunshine
“Along The Way.”

Poem by Frances Cook Steen, book of poetry “Along the Way” (1931)

Brought to our attention courtesy of Dino Vlahos

Flying at Night

To Love One Woman

to love one woman
and have it returned
to love one woman
all others to spurn
to love one woman
with a passion burning wild
to love one woman
seems so fragile
to love one woman
year after year
to love one woman
and hold her dear
to love one woman
nothing can part
to love one woman
she owns my heart
to love one woman
for the rest of my life
to love one woman
my love, my wife

Written by Mark Edson