Saturday, November 08, 2008

Fly Away, Fly Away



Wherefore Wings
by Evaleen Stein

Heigho, sparrow! Reckless of the rain;
When chill the cheerless wind grows,
Chirping might and main!
Is it naught, then, when the rose
Blows again?
Beating, sleeting on your draggled coat!
Surely, 'tis enough to drownAny happy note
Nestling in that downy brown
Little throat.Ah me, sparrow!
Had I but your power,
Think you in the freezing sleet I would waste an hour?
--I'd sing my sweetest to a sweet
Orange flower
Quote:
In spite of the cost of loving, it's still popular. --Stuart Smalley
Blessings

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