Red as an apple, or black as night:
A heavenly sign, or a “perfect fright.”
Place an edible grain ’twixt an ant and a bee,
And the well-beloved name of a poet you’ll see.
Each human head, in time, ’tis said,
Will turn to him, though he is dead.
Red as an apple, or black as night:
A heavenly sign, or a “perfect fright.”
Place an edible grain ’twixt an ant and a bee,
And the well-beloved name of a poet you’ll see.
Each human head, in time, ’tis said,
Will turn to him, though he is dead.