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;
Wednesday, 12 December 2007
Pensive
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;
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3 comments:
I am sure you are thinking about building a chandelier to swing from.
Have a good trip, my friend, and return safely to our magical land.
There's not enough room in my little pavilion to swing the skin of a cat!
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