Light as a cobweb dropped by the mist, So light my thoughts run tonight- Quick as the shapeless Little footsteps of the rain Scampering throught the darkness Into black shining pools- Shy as a moonbeam trapped by the l i g h t - Shrinking from the known, claimed, The brazen declaration of theory called fact...
Young, Jauvanta M.
Sketch: Vol. 10
, Article 5.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol10/iss4/5