3 de julho de 2012

Sunny Smiles of Silver Faces in Fairy Tales for Insects.





" Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy Maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.






Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind’s moody madness –
Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow
And childhood’s nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast."

(Lewis Carrol)



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