Friday, August 28, 2009

The Goldfinch

Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low-hung branhes; little space they stop, But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek, Then off at once, as in a wanton freak; Or perhaps, to show their black and golden wings; Pausing upon their yellow flutterings. By: John Keats

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