“Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them—
The summer flowers depart—
Sit still— as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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2 comments:
Great capture. He has such a nice bushy tail.
A handsome fellow!
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