[JustAmy]

Pinging you to OESY's link in post # 20.

[Mama_Bear]

Thank you, Amy and OESY. That was awesome!

[Billie]

Pinging you to OESY's link in post # 20.

Oh, WOW! Thanks for the link, OESY, and for the headsup, Amy!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Evening friends.

To A Terrier (Part I)

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Dog thou never wert--
That from my door or near it
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Louder still and louder
From thy throat it sparkest,
Like a clap of thunder;
Outside my home thou parkest,
And barking still dost stay, and staying ever barkest.

In the golden light'ning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost woof and run,
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

The pale purple even
Sets off your terrier white;
Thank God there aren't seven
In the broad daylight.
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight:

Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear,
Although we cannot see, we hear that you are there.

All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd.

What thou art we know not;
Thou art not a hound.
From thunderheads there flows not
Such a boisterous sound,
As from thy presence showers-a nuisance all around.

-- From "To a Skylark" by Percy Bysshe Shelley