I think I could turn and live awhile with the animals I wandered lonely as a cloud I want to tell you something. In cool noon light, on the edge of spring, In moving-slow he has no Peer.
Some people are flower lovers.
Stop looking like a purse. There once was a Willow, and he was very old, They are cutting down the great plane-trees at the end of the gardens. Thou hearest the nightingale begin the song of spring. I wish You spotted snakes with double tongue, Hear Paul Dodgson reading from Jubilate Agno in RealAudio. For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.