Bonnie closed her suitcase and lifted it from the ground. She carried it, but it was really heavy. She needed Caroline for this. After all she would need a place to stay when she left the clinic. Which was today. She had signed her release.
“Are u going somewhere?” a male voice asked. Bonnie waited for Keith to catch up with her. Maybe he could carry her suitcase for her. And indeed, as soon as he was standing volgende to her he said: “Here, let me do that”
He took the suitcase out of her hands and released Bonnie from her burden.
“So, are u leaving?” he asked.
“Yeah, I feel a lot better” Bonnie said. “Besides, my vrienden need me”
“The sick one?” Keith asked.
“No. According to Caroline the herbs did their job and Elena’s fine” Bonnie said. “It’s Damon who needs me, though he will never admit it”
“But u tortured him, which means u pissed him off. Plus he’s a vampire, he can kill you” Keith zei concerned. “You should stay here. This is a good hiding place”
“Maybe” Bonnie said. “But I’m done hiding”
“Are u going somewhere?” a male voice asked. Bonnie waited for Keith to catch up with her. Maybe he could carry her suitcase for her. And indeed, as soon as he was standing volgende to her he said: “Here, let me do that”
He took the suitcase out of her hands and released Bonnie from her burden.
“So, are u leaving?” he asked.
“Yeah, I feel a lot better” Bonnie said. “Besides, my vrienden need me”
“The sick one?” Keith asked.
“No. According to Caroline the herbs did their job and Elena’s fine” Bonnie said. “It’s Damon who needs me, though he will never admit it”
“But u tortured him, which means u pissed him off. Plus he’s a vampire, he can kill you” Keith zei concerned. “You should stay here. This is a good hiding place”
“Maybe” Bonnie said. “But I’m done hiding”
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles door Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles door Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]