“Let’s race! No! Let’s wrestle! No! Let’s get tacos!”
Warm summer mornings:
Sweet-smelling heat floats over
hot pavement, cool grass,
while shivering dew
drops melt, while the sunlight glints
through white hazy waves…
How by the desultory breeze caressed,
Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover,
It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs
Tempt to repeat the wrong!
Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover,
It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs
Tempt to repeat the wrong!
“
| — | Samuel Coleridge ~ The Eolian Harp |
