Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles--
Buccaneers of Buzz.
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz.
Fuzz ordained--not Fuzz contindent--
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs--a Universe's fracture
Could not jar or spill.
- William Shakespeare Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To…
- Walter de la Mare In dead of dark to his starry North Saint Nicholas drew near-- He had ranged the world this wintry night, His elk-bells…
- Hilaire Belloc It freezes - all across a soundless sky The birds go home. The governing dark's begun: The steadfast dark that waits not for…