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She slings her hammock from rooftop trees
and dreams, above the world,
and she hears the birds,
and she feels the breeze
where the coloured clouds unfurled,
For the world is hard For an aging bard,
and the sun seems cold by day
Better to curl in a soft spun nest
and dream the night away.
(She wakes in the night while the frost smells sharp
and silver spreads over the town
for sleep will flee 'till shiver-sharp dawn
when she writes her night-thoughts down.)
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I'm re-reading in befuddled surprise - it is original, it is new and it came from ...?
and dreams, above the world,
and she hears the birds,
and she feels the breeze
where the coloured clouds unfurled,
For the world is hard For an aging bard,
and the sun seems cold by day
Better to curl in a soft spun nest
and dream the night away.
(She wakes in the night while the frost smells sharp
and silver spreads over the town
for sleep will flee 'till shiver-sharp dawn
when she writes her night-thoughts down.)
..............................................................
I'm re-reading in befuddled surprise - it is original, it is new and it came from ...?