“Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller’s journey is done: …”
(W. Blake in Songs of Experience, no. 14)
Marchin (B)
In all destruction the rivets stay calm
Smoking reduces the ability to see!
At the seaside dreaming like a child
The doll that didn’t want to lay in the shopping cart
“I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
And I cried for more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.”
(Ch. Kingsley in My little doll)
Ivoz Ramet (B)