Dear readers, I have so enjoyed experiencing these books with you this last year. It's hard to believe it's been a whole year! How sad to see our book club come to an end. But I'm not going anywhere. We had some great conversations this year, and we made connections with one another, and I am honored to be your librarian. I'm looking forward to what conversations we might have next year. :-)For our last excerpt of 2015, I picked Armulyn's song. Read it under your breath and feel the cadence.
The world is whispering—listen, child!—The world is telling a tale.When the seafoam froths in the water wildOr the fendril flies in the gale, When the sky is mad with the swirling stormAnd thunder shakes the hall,Child, keep watch for the passing formOf the one who made it all. Listen, child, to the Hollish wind,To the hush of heather down,To the voice of the brook at the stony bendAnd the bells of Rysentown. The dark of the heart is a darkness deepAnd the sweep of the night is wideAnd the pain of the heart when the people weepIs an overwhelming tide— And yet! and yet! when the tide runs lowAs the tide will always doAnd the heavy sky where the bellows blowIs bright at last, and blue And the sun ascends in the quiet mornAnd the sorrow sinks away,When the veil of death and dark is tornAsunder by the day,Then the light of love is the flame of springAnd the flow of the river strongAnd the hope of the heart as the people singIs an everlasting song. The winter is whispering, “green and gold,”And the heart is whispering, too—It’s a story the Maker has always toldAnd the story, my child, is true. —Armulyn, Royal Bard of the Shining IsleFrom chapter 96, "The Former Fangs Have Passed Away."
Will you post me one last excerpt from your reading this week? And I'll see you on Monday. (And in the forum!) :-)