Thursday, July 7, 2011

Have a nice Summer

Time flies. The year has gone by in the blink of an eye. It's been a real pleasure to have you all in class, really. Despite the results each one of you may have got in June, I have to say I'm tremendously happy with everyone's presence and contributions. You are the kind of students any professor would be proud of, and I am indeed. Thanks for all you've made me learn.
Have a great summer.

To Summer
By William Blake, from Poetical Sketches, 1783

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on
Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.
Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.