dowe: Then do not fear, my boy! for theeBold as a lion will I be;And I will always be thy guide,Through hollow snows and rivers wide.I’ll build an Indian bower; I knowThe leaves that make the softest bed:And, if from me thou wilt not go,But still be true till I am dead,My pretty thing! then thou shalt singAs merry as the birds in spring. William Wordsworth  I adore everything that’s going on in this post.

dowe:

Then do not fear, my boy! for thee
Bold as a lion will I be;
And I will always be thy guide,
Through hollow snows and rivers wide.
I’ll build an Indian bower; I know
The leaves that make the softest bed:
And, if from me thou wilt not go,
But still be true till I am dead,
My pretty thing! then thou shalt sing
As merry as the birds in spring.

William Wordsworth

 I adore everything that’s going on in this post.

Sep 29 2009

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