A Boy's Mouth
His lips are open, since his mind Delights in work his fingers find.
In that red arch I see a gate. Where gracious Loves might pass in state.
Sure his white body were fit habitation For a whole fairy population.
Anna Wickham
His lips are open, since his mind Delights in work his fingers find.
In that red arch I see a gate. Where gracious Loves might pass in state.
Sure his white body were fit habitation For a whole fairy population.
Anna Wickham’s speaker watches a boy absorbed in something his hands are doing, his lips parted slightly in concentration. Rather than just noticing a small, ordinary detail, the speaker reads it as something enchanted.
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