His Feet are shod with Gauze Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 916 His Feet are shod with Gauze- His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid. His Labor is a Chant- His Idleness-a Tune- Oh, for a Bee’s experience Of Clovers, and of Noon! Related posts: A narrow fellow in the grass A fuzzy fellow, without feet I live with Him-I see His face The Black Berry-wears a Thorn in his side suprusr Published in Poems
