she jumps from flower to soft green grass.
Stretches arms, flutters wings
she looks around and sees new things.
Pushes off, finds joy in flight
she flies in daylight through till night.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violet
Skin the sun, fall asleep. Wish away, soul is cheap. Lesson learned, wish me luck. Sooth the burn, wake me up....