white sheep on hillside
rambling in the rich green bushes
sheering soon to come
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once more to lie amid a haze, a deep yellow-green field of dandelions. their pungent order so bitter sweet fills the long liquid days of summer. as she, suspended... in one brilliant moment of sunlight... slowly, bends to pick this heady brew the last feast of seasons end |
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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