| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: No more by summer breezes fanned,
The place was desolate and gray;
But still my dream was to command
New life into that shrunken clay.
I tried it. Yes, you scan to-day,
With uncommiserating glee,
The songs of one who strove to play
The broken flutes of Arcady.
ENVOY
So, Rock, I join the common fray,
To fight where Mammon may decree;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: Whatever it was -- with a soft assurance
That made me mad as I stood behind him,
Gripping his death, and waited. Coward,
I think, is the name the world has given
To men like me; but I'll swear I never
Thought of my own disgrace when I shot him --
Yes, in the back, -- I know it, I know it
Now; but what if I do? . . . As I watched him
Lying there dead in the scattered sawdust,
Wet with a day's blown froth, I noted
That things were still; that the walnut tables,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: should not be alarmed at all, to which the voice of Hortense
supplemented, "Not at all." They were evidently in a boat, which Hortense
herself was rowing, and which she seemed to bring to the bank, where I
gathered that Kitty got out and sat while Hortense remained in the boat.
There was the little talk and movement which goes with borrowing of a
cigarette, a little exclamation about not falling out, accompanied by the
rattle of a displaced oar, and then stillness, and the smell of tobacco
smoke.
Presently Kitty spoke. "Charley will be back to-night."
To this I heard no reply.
"What did his telegram say?" Kitty inquired, after another silence.
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