A Very Nearly Wordless Wednesday “The Shadow People” Old lame Bridget doesn’t hear Fairy music in the grass When the gloaming’s on the mere And the shadow people pass: Never hears their slow grey feet Coming from the village street Just beyond the parson’s wall, Where the clover globes are sweet And the mushroom’s parasol [...]
A Very Nearly Wordless Wednesday What is it? It’s Clara’s own springtime perfume concoction. God’s Will I know, I know where violets blow Upon a sweet hillside, And very bashfully they grow And in the grasses hide— It is the fairest field, I trow, In the whole world wide. One spring I saw two lassies [...]
A Very Nearly Wordless Wednesday “Let a fool hold his tongue and he will pass for a sage.” Publius Syrus (42 B.C.), Maxim 914
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