"The Co-Ed?" "Claire Bennet."

"It's a refreshing chance of pace."

Claire Bennet
External Services:
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  • bennetclaire
Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy lowing smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale

I have not seen thy sunny face
Nor heard the silver laughter:
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.

A tale begun in other days,
When the summer suns were glowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhyme of our rowing-
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say "forget."

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find out bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind's moody madness-
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow
And childhood's nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And, though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For "happy summer days" gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory-
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.

My name is Claire. I used to be cheerleader in Odessa, Texas, before my life changed. If you want to know more about me, a bio can be found here, or there's always Wiki links. Or you could read my journal.

((Mun and muse are both over 18.