ⅻ - [text]

[mnementomori]

[careful writing appears on the Vine, slowly, a pause after each line. The writer is copying it down from a book, after all.]

If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!

[with that, the handwriting grows more confident and natural again, continuing further down the page.]


I found this in a book in the library...and a lot of other things like it. Is it some kind of puzzle? What does it mean?

Comments

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

Yes, they are. I hope you've made one or two here that you can share with. If not, there's no time like the present, and I'm sure you can find someone receptive here.
I hope I've been helpful-- you're always free to drop in on me and the various little robots here, and Sephiroth too, of course! Since she's my housemate.

[mnementomori]

I have. They mean a lot to me. Though someone of them have disappeared lately.

You live with Sephiroth? What's your name? I'm Xion.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, there have been quite a few disappearances lately-- I'm sorry to hear that you lost some friends, Xion.

I'm Reeve-- Reeve Tuesti. And yes, I do! She's made her quarters in my spare room. Please, feel free to drop by any time you're in need of company.

[mnementomori]

It's okay. I'm not alone, and I'll always remember them.

[her words are braver than she feels, though.]

Reeve. If that's okay.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you don't feel alone, Xion. No should have to live with that feeling.
[Reeve smiles.] And yes-- that's just fine.