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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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So clever! Jayce says "losterday," which I feel fits as well. Let's get a hold of Webster ASAP! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm going to take that and run with it. I think it's quite brilliant!
ReplyDeleteSorry, Daphne's been saying that for about 2 years now... :)
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