Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

I’LL PUT A GIRDLE ROUND ABOUT THE EARTH IN FORTY MINUTES.

AND THE IMPERIAL VOTARESS PASSED ON,

IN MAIDEN MEDITATION, FANCY FREE.

YET MARK’D I WHERE THE BOLT OF CUPID FELL:

IT FELL UPON A LITTLE WESTERN FLOWER,

BEFORE MILK-WHITE, NOW PURPLE WITH LOVE’S WOUND,

AND MAIDENS CALL IT, LOVE-IN-IDLENESS.

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