Wednesday, 12 December 2007


With eyes up-rais'd, as one inspired,
Pale Melancholy sat retir'd;
And from her wild sequester'd seat,
In notes, by distance made more sweet,
Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul;


Osprey said...

I am sure you are thinking about building a chandelier to swing from.

Osprey said...

Have a good trip, my friend, and return safely to our magical land.

Young Geoffrion said...

There's not enough room in my little pavilion to swing the skin of a cat!