Fox Populae
December 2011
November 2011
“She is coming, my own, my sweet,
Were it ever so airy a tread
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead
Would start and tremble under her feet
And blossom in purple and red.” —
Were it ever so airy a tread
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead
Would start and tremble under her feet
And blossom in purple and red.” —
