Who said, "Peacock Pie"?
The old King to the sparrow:
Who said, "Crops are ripe"?
Rust to the harrow:
Who said, "Where sleeps he now?
Where rests he now his head,
Bathed in Adam's loveliness"? -
That's what I said.
Who said, "Aye, mum's the word";
Sexton to willow:
Who said, "Green dusk for dreams,
Moss for a pillow"?
Who said, "All time's delight
hath he for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken"? -
That's what I said.
With apologies to Walter de la Mare.
2 comments:
I don't think the man who talked about boylike imagination would mind being read in a "boy" blog : )
Thanks for this little gem!
I'll certainly find more and pass them along. You know how I am with books and things :)
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