1501
Its little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon its Head—
The millinery supple
Of the sagacious God—
Till when it slip away
A nothing at a time—
And Dandelion’s Drama
Expires in a stem.
3.3k
1501
Its little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon its Head—
The millinery supple
Of the sagacious God—
Till when it slip away
A nothing at a time—
And Dandelion’s Drama
Expires in a stem.
