28.2.06


[ Nighttime Nightrhymes ] 


For she, with whorm compar'd, the Alpes are vallies
She, whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique
At whose approach the Sunne rase in the evening
Who, where she went, bare in her forhead morning
Is gone, is gone from these our spolyed forrests
Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountaines




posted by mushroom  # 2/28/2006 02:18:00 AM
                                                      
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