The shadowy boy of night
Crosses the dusking land;
He sows his poppy-seeds
With steady, gentle hand.
The shadowy boy of night
Young husbandman of dreams,
Garners his gracious blooms
By far and moonlit streams.
Adelaide Crapsey, "Hypnos, God of Sleep".
2 comments:
I think you'd look smashing in a Pucci dress.
Yes, master.
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