Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Robin Hood








On the fairest time of June
You may go, with sun or moon,
Or the seven stars to light you,
Or the polar ray to right you;
But you never may behold
Little John, or Robin bold;
Never one, of all the clan,
Thrumming on an empty can
Some old hunting ditty, while
He doth his green way beguile
To fair hostess Merriment,
Down beside the pasture Trent;
For he left the merry tale,
Messenger for spicy ale.

... John Keats

Entire Poem HERE

1 comment:

behrmark said...

Oohh check the fur on the last one! Woof!

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