Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart runaway in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!
- R.L. Stevenson
3 comments:
Two consecutive blog posts which are bare quotes (albeit with acknowledgment). It's a bit like cheating, you know.
@Sroyon: Come Come sir! Surely you're being too harsh. Cheating? Definitly not! Plagarism? Maybe. But surely that is a lesser evil? Especally for one such as I, who hath not the sweet guiles of a poet and must therefore content herself with expressing her base thoughts through another's words. :)
u brought back memories of sixth standard :-)
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