She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

last days i’ve found a very interesting recipe and i want to share it with you.  in my perpetual searching for vegan desserts, i found myself…

INGREDIENTS

• 1 bunch rhubarb, trimmed, cut into 8cm lengths
• 1 orange, rind finely grated, juiced
• 5cm-piece fresh ginger, peeled, finely shredded
• 55g (1/4 cup, firmly packed) brown sugar

  METHOD

  • Step 1
    Place the rhubarb in a large saucepan or large, deep frying pan over medium heat. Add the orange rind, orange juice, ginger and sugar.
  • Step 2
    Cover and bring to a simmer. Cook, covered, stirring occasionally, for 5-8 minutes or until the rhubarb is very soft. Stir the mixture to break up the rhubarb.

On that page we can also find some notes,

Serving tip: Serve spooned over porridge or muesli, or as a dessert with warm vanilla custard.

Know-how: Look for a bunch of rhubarb with crisp, bright-coloured stems.

For tasty muffins, add finely chopped rhubarb and chopped pear to a basic sweet muffin batter and bake.

Rhubarb provides dietary fibre and some vitamin C.

The website which provides us plenty of recipes, with multiple choice of ingredients.

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https://www.taste.com.au/

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green & pleasant Land.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.