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In the rosy light of my day's fair morning, / Ere ever a storm cloud darkened the west, / Ere even a shadow of night gave warning / When life seemed only a pleasure quest, / Why then all humour and comedy scorning -- / I liked high tragedy best.
I liked the challenge, the fierce fought duel, / With a death or a parting in every act. / I liked the villain to be more cruel / Than the basest villain could be in fact: / For it fed the fires of my mind with the fuel / Of the things that my life lacked.