Oh no...es un tumor!

Hoy estuve leyendo a un poeta al que nunca había leído, y estoy feliz por haberlo encontrado.
The light of stars
The night is come, but not too soon;
and sinking silently,
all silently, the little moon
drops down behind the sky.

There is no light in earth or heaven
but the cold light of stars;
and the first watch of night is given
to the red planet Mars.

Is it the tender star of love?
the star of love and dreams?
oh no! from that blue tent above
a hero's armor gleams.

And earnest thoughts within me rise,
when I behold afar,
suspended in the evening skies,
the shield of that red star.

O star of strenght! I see thee stand
and smile upon my pain;
thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,
and I am strong again.

Within my breast there is no light
but the cold light of stars;
I give the first watch of the night
to the red planet Mars.

The star of the unconquered will,
he rises in my breast,
serene, and resolute, and still,
and calm, and self-possessed.

And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art,
that readest this brief psalm,
as one by one thy fopes depart,
be resolute and calm.

Oh, fear not in a world like this,
and thou shalt know erelong,
know how sublime a thing it is
to suffer and be strong.

Oh si, así dice este poema de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, me pareció bello...y con esto en la mente me salí a trotar, me empapé pero fue una excelente idea, trotar en la lluvia te hace ver las cosas en perspectiva, sé que pronto mi adicción al clorhidrato de fluoxetina desaparecerá.
Así que pues, les dejo el poema y una decepción:
Te gusta la navidad?...oh no, es un tumor!