I met a friend there past an alley;there but stood our shades of yore!So young were we then thatin envy did she grow green,in envy did she grow lush,in envy did she bloom the huesandupon the shoulder borne dewsin envy did she toss the Sun!We were so young, we dwelled in laughter,Nature’s fruits we mocked,steppedContinue reading “Who mocks!”