You sent me all but the Pond, but the Heavens Today have sent me that, which repairs the omission -
Thanks for the lovely sham - A duplicate of Gabriel could not be more enchanting - and Gabriel has not stem -
Of your lovely Acts I am never mindless. To reprove the Summer that bears you away is instinct and pathos. An Acorn slain with Dew.
Last updated on October 20, 1999