Saturday, April 7, 2012

Will it show?

The inside will be glazed with Forest Green, which is pretty transparent. Here's the entire poem:

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And guile is where it goes.
-Emily Dickinson, 1896

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