I Immortal Imogen, crown'd queen above The lilies of thy sex, vouchsafe to hear A fairy dream in honor of true love— True above ills, and frailty, and all fear,— Perchance a shadow of his own career Whose youth was darkly prison'd and long-twined ...
HE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the
Mirrors a still sky;
Down the stream the swans all glide;
It's quite the cheapest way to ride
Their legs get wet,
Their tummies wetter:
On a small lake off
the map of the world, two
swans lived. As swans,
they spent eighty percent of the day studying