Haunted Mansion, Magic Kingdom, Orlando, Fl. 2011

I love visiting The Magic Kingdom and I always stop by the Haunted Mansion. I find the tongue and cheek humor of the grave yard delightful.

Haunted Mansion, Magic Kingdom, Orlando, Fl. 2011

Pet Cemetary

"Not marble, nor the gilded monuments"

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of Princes, shall outlive this powerful rime;

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn

the living record of your memory.

'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgment that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

Sonnet LV

William Shakespeare

Paranormal ?

Alice

"That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold"

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

when yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou seest the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,

that on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consum'd with that which it is nourish'd by.

This thou percfeiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

Sonnet LXXIII

William Shakespeare

"When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought"

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear times' waste;

Then can I drown and eye, unus'd to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And Moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.