In the woods there is a bird whose song makes you stop and blush.
There is a clock that does not strike.
There is a hollow with a nest of white beasts.
There is a cathedral that goes down and a lake that goes up.
There is a little carriage abandoned in the trees, or running down the lane, beribboned.
There is a company of child actors in costume, glimpsed on the road through the edge of the woods.
There is finally, when you are hungry and thirsty, someone who drives you away.
There is a clock that does not strike.
There is a hollow with a nest of white beasts.
There is a cathedral that goes down and a lake that goes up.
There is a little carriage abandoned in the trees, or running down the lane, beribboned.
There is a company of child actors in costume, glimpsed on the road through the edge of the woods.
There is finally, when you are hungry and thirsty, someone who drives you away.