How are you?

How, is but the state following the function of what,
And what I am is a secluded girl,
Whose sober wishes never learned to stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
She keeps the noiseless tenor of her way.
Seeking virtue yet sustaining vice,
She strives for vivacity in odds with vicissitudes of fate's play.

Volition is the verdict,
Yet held not as a votive, but in vain...

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Credits goes to V and Gray