Home Links An altered look about the hills Going to heaven! Come slowly, Eden! New feet within my garden go The rose did caper on her cheek The daisy follows soft the sun The gentian weaves her fringes Success is counted sweetest Our share of night to bear Soul, wilt thou toss again? Glee! the great storm is over! Airline tickets A wounded deer leaps highest Much madness is divinest sense Eggot Shoes Egrat Shoes Egoio Shoes Egnao Shoes Egawo Shoes

The rose did caper on her cheek, Her bodice rose and fell, Her pretty speech, like drunken men, Did stagger pitiful. Her fingers fumbled at her work,-- Her needle would not go; What ailed so smart a little maid It puzzled me to know, Till opposite I spied a cheek That bore another rose; Just opposite, another speech That like the drunkard goes; A vest that, like the bodice, danced To the immortal tune,-- Till those two troubled little clocks Ticked softly into one.