It’s little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon it’s 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.
It’s little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon it’s 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.