Into the Boughs…

Here at the fountain’s sliding foot,


Or at some fruit-tree’s mossy root,


Casting the body’s vest aside,

My soul into the boughs does glide;


There, like a bird, it sits and sing,

Then whets and combs its silver wings,


And, till prepared for longer flight,


Waves in its plumes the various light.


 
From “The Garden,” by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)
~Eowyn

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Siegfried
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Siegfried

Thanks for sharing, Eowyn!!!

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Eowyn, you keep giving me wonderful pictures to play with! Here’s a video I did of Kelleigh’s garden.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4QZWmdaoxI&feature=channel_video_title