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livingmyths) wrote2011-02-08 07:24 pm
livingmyths) wrote2011-02-08 07:24 pm
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0156: Accidental Video
Rain's taking advantage of a bit of a break in the clouds to dance on the roof top. It's sunny and she's happy and the Library loves her and all she wants to do is express her joy. her words come out in almost a song, straight from the heart and all a-whimsy.
"Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, and on the roof,
Rain does wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some new books here
And sing a song into the Librar's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
... Anon, anon, anon! I love that word!"
And there is more dancing!
"Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, and on the roof,
Rain does wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some new books here
And sing a song into the Librar's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
... Anon, anon, anon! I love that word!"
And there is more dancing!