Living
Somewhere
From The Little Book of Modern Verse (1913)
Living
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!
Cite this poem
MLA
Cheney, John Vance. “Somewhere.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cheney/1/.
Chicago
Cheney, John Vance. “Somewhere.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cheney/1/.
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