Posted by alexandra_k on February 4, 2005, at 3:02:02
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.Robert Graves, 1925.
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