The Sun does arise
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The Sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around.
To the bells cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.
-William Blake, "The Ecchoing Green"; Songs of Innocence And Of Experience; Shewing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul
Whole and breeching wide!
Taste what I salted and give to you:
(Dry off, first.)
Cake crumbs, warm brandy!
The heartbeat and hearth
Of a mismatched custodianship
Between profane things (
whole; wild).
----a hew of mucus blood birthing against the roughest sum of probability.
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