Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, -
Weave him a coffin of rush,
Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow,
Raise him a tombstone of snow.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
by John Vance Cheney
As the shadows glide
Over the wheat on the ripe hillside,
So we journey, Life and I:
O sweet youth-time, go not by!
Where the warm winds meet,
To the wreathèd pipe we time our feet;
There we ...