Where are you going, little can?
Can I come with you?
Free from keeping
From preserving all but my restlessness.
You, can, halt.
Now, what keeps you, little can,
From your wind-blown path,
Can I come with you?
Free from keeping
From preserving all but my restlessness.
You, can, halt.
Now, what keeps you, little can,
From your wind-blown path,
From preserving all but my restlessness?
2 comments:
Blake?
You know, I wasn't thinking Blake. But now that I think about it, I see what you mean.
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