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by William Sharp
My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars—
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet.
The song in my heart
Is the song of the birds,
And the wind in my heart
Is the lowing of herds:
The light in my eyes,
And the breath of my mouth,
Are the clouds of spring-skies
And the sound of the South.
Grass-green from thy mouth
The sweet sound of the South!
by William Sharp
My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars—
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet.
The song in my heart
Is the song of the birds,
And the wind in my heart
Is the lowing of herds:
The light in my eyes,
And the breath of my mouth,
Are the clouds of spring-skies
And the sound of the South.
Grass-green from thy mouth
The sweet sound of the South!
2 comments:
The Manolo would be so proud!
So, I found a link to your blog (which I didn't even know existed) on Amanda's blog, and you already got me all indignant!
My bright green crocs are the shit, and I'm the miggity miggity miggity mac! What you thought.
Anyway, I'll be reading your blog now, mwahahahahaha. Though, I usually read them through RSS feed, Google reader style, so I don't comment very often...only when I'm feeling very daring that the work patrol won't catch me. It's the thrill of life on the edge!
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