Sunset

Summertime evenings on the hill watching her play. New faces, new playmates.

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The setting sun, warm west winds , and sloping seas of wildflowers wave …

Those are called Queen Anne’s Lace.

Do you know who Queen Anne was? Neither do I. Want to walk?

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what

May I Feel Said He