To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle, When in fact you haven't of late, can do no harm.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
Caught Summer is always an imagined time. Time gave it, yes, but time out of any mind. There must be prime In the heart to beget that season, to reach past rain and find Riding the palest days Its perfect blaze.
The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art.