Somewhere Poem by John Vance Cheney
Somewhere
The weasel thieves in silver suit,
The rabbit runs in gray;
And Pan takes up his frosty flute
To pipe the cold away.
The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,
The salmon take the sea;
And O my fair, would I somewhere
Might house my heart with thee!
Saturday, January 4, 2003
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5/4/2024 11:42:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this guy! ! Especially thoughtful is his poem The Happiest Heart.