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Somewhere

The weasel thieves in silver suit,
   The rabbit runs in gray;
And Pan takes up his frosty flute
   To pipe the cold away.

The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,
   The salmon take the sea;
And O my fair, would I somewhere
   Might house my heart with thee!

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I like this guy! ! Especially thoughtful is his poem The Happiest Heart.