The Guest is gold and crimson –
An Opal guest, and gray –
Of ermine is his doublet –
His Capuchin gay –
He reaches town at nightfall –
He stops at every door –
Who looks for him at morning –
I pray him too – explore
The Lark′s pure territory –
Or the Lapwing′s shore!
An Opal guest, and gray –
Of ermine is his doublet –
His Capuchin gay –
He reaches town at nightfall –
He stops at every door –
Who looks for him at morning –
I pray him too – explore
The Lark′s pure territory –
Or the Lapwing′s shore!
Snow Flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town –
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down –
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig –
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!