[tabby title="Poem"] Now the snow-bells in the garden wilt,as the balmy breath of spring blowsdaily from August to Septemberand tosses the crowns of the tallest trees around,while it rustles through the first green on the meadows. So the seasons succeed...

[tabby title="Poem"] In the cloud's swirling cauldron wildwith imaginings and blankdisapearings, she shapes forth,a face, a thigh, a breast,mutely explained in captionsinviting, teasing, enticing,a curious mix of fairyand goddess, who can't care lessabout sinfulness, moralists and the rest,she's blond, luscious,...