Enero 05, 2004

set the pond on fire

THE WEASEL thieves in silver suit,
The rabbit runs in gray;
And Pan takes up his frosty flute
To pipe the cold away.

The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,
The salmon take the sea;
And O my fair, would I somewhere
Might house my heart with thee!

"Somewhere," by John Vance Cheney

Posted by naomi at Enero 5, 2004 03:41 PM