Somewhere
1848-1922
The weasel thieves in silver suit,
The rabbit runs in gray;
And Pan takes up his frosty flute
To pipe the cold away.
The flocks are folded, boughs are bare,
The salmon take the sea;
And O my fair, would I somewhere
Might house my heart with thee!
DayPoems Poem No. 1267
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1267.html">Somewhere by John Vance Cheney</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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