06-21-2022, 05:04 AM
Tyger Eyes Dance, A Fog On Petals
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
In a kingdom by the sea,
The fog comes on little cat feet.
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
And the mome raths outgrabe.
When it comes, the Landscape listens--
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
For only Gossamer, my Gown--
Petals on a wet, black bough.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
With a crystalline delight;
Tyger Tyger burning bright.
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
And dances with the daffodils.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
Poems are made by fools like me.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
In a kingdom by the sea,
The fog comes on little cat feet.
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
And the mome raths outgrabe.
When it comes, the Landscape listens--
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
For only Gossamer, my Gown--
Petals on a wet, black bough.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
With a crystalline delight;
Tyger Tyger burning bright.
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
And dances with the daffodils.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
Poems are made by fools like me.
