<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: The Daffodils</title>
	<atom:link href="http://www.meghalomania.com/2004/02/25/the-daffodils/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://www.meghalomania.com/2004/02/25/the-daffodils/</link>
	<description>This blog, much like my life, is a work in progress.</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 23:20:27 +0000</pubDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7</generator>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
		<item>
		<title>By: Paddy</title>
		<link>http://www.meghalomania.com/2004/02/25/the-daffodils/comment-page-1/#comment-72</link>
		<dc:creator>Paddy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.meghalomania.com/2004/02/25/33/#comment-72</guid>
		<description>Since you liked "Daffodils" and went ahead to take a walk in the clouds I cannot resist quoting my fave poet P B Shelley&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;I change, but I cannot die. &lt;br /&gt;For after the rain when with never a stain &lt;br /&gt;The pavilion of Heaven is bare, &lt;br /&gt;And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams &lt;br /&gt;Build up the blue dome of air, &lt;br /&gt;I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, &lt;br /&gt;And out of the caverns of rain, &lt;br /&gt;Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, &lt;br /&gt;I arise and unbuild it again. &lt;br /&gt;        -Last Lines from the poem 'The Cloud'&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since you liked &#8220;Daffodils&#8221; and went ahead to take a walk in the clouds I cannot resist quoting my fave poet P B Shelley<br />&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br />I change, but I cannot die. <br />For after the rain when with never a stain <br />The pavilion of Heaven is bare, <br />And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams <br />Build up the blue dome of air, <br />I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, <br />And out of the caverns of rain, <br />Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, <br />I arise and unbuild it again. <br />        -Last Lines from the poem &#8216;The Cloud&#8217;<br />&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>

