The Wild Flowers Song
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild
Singing a song
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild
Singing a song
(from a song)Perhaps I was born kneeling,born coughing on the long winter,born expecting the kiss of mercy,born with a passion for quicknessand yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockadeor taken out, the fume of the enema
TwilightT
Red in the West
Dimness
A glow on the wood
The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn,
To horse, to horse
halloo, halloo
His fiery courser snuffs the morn,
Because I am mad about womenI am mad about the hills,'Said that wild old wicked
Who travels where God wills
"Not to die on the straw at home
Those hands to close these eyes,
HE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the
Mirrors a still sky;
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die
Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,his calls searching for the flock
Who feels compassion for that single shadowvanishing in a thousand distant clouds
You watch, even as it flies from sight,its plaintive calls cutting through y...
I'm off'n wild
An
An Sinnin'For I'm in
Ove
"I hate my verses, every line, every word
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to
One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one
That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky
To Siegfried
My arms have mutinied against me — brutes
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,
My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:"Pipe a song about a lamb