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The sun, with his great eye,
Sees not so much as I;
And the moon, all silver-proud,
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I look where no one dares, And I stare where no one stares, And when the night is nigh, Lambs bleat my lullaby A happy carefree life well described.
The great classical master that Keats is.... this poem shows us a glimpse of it.
This is hilarious. A small daisy, blooming luxuriously in a spring meadow. The yellow center of the delicate flower, a combination of the pupil and iris surrounded by the white petals of the sclera. All innocence as it peers upward, day and night, just waiting for a pretty girl to walk over it. The original up-skirt pervert. Perfectly charming. I hope it knows it's going to be on that lamb's menu the next day.
a poem that dares to look and say it's ok? ............well penned
Sun is having great eyes. Very interesting and amazing sharing done definitely. Fantastic sharing done.10
A brilliant piece of poetry, sun, spring and night all have their part! ! ! A glorious poem! !