Fret Not
in Fantasy Poems
Oblige me ye O little sprites,
Why is it so you fret?
I saw you flit your little wings,
in Fantasy Poems
Oblige me ye O little sprites,
Why is it so you fret?
I saw you flit your little wings,
in Winter Poems
The woods are shook this time of year
Quiet too as you can hear
And covered in a carpet white
All living things seem out of sight