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what's o'clock
MACKEREL SKY
I ride, ride,
Through the spotted sunlight of an April forest
Down a pathway bewildered with crocus cups,
The wind dallies with the plume of my helmet.
I ride, ride,
Seeking those adventures to which I am dedicate,
Determined, but without alertness,
Ungraciously ignoring the salutations of the young, jocund leaves.
Through the spotted sunlight of an April forest
Down a pathway bewildered with crocus cups,
The wind dallies with the plume of my helmet.
I ride, ride,
Seeking those adventures to which I am dedicate,
Determined, but without alertness,
Ungraciously ignoring the salutations of the young, jocund leaves.
Lady,
Far as you are from me in distance of place,
I know you yet farther off in good will of heart.
Wherefore,
Far as you are from me in distance of place,
I know you yet farther off in good will of heart.
Wherefore,
