The weasel thieves in silver suit, <br /> The rabbit runs in gray; <br />And Pan takes up his frosty flute <br /> To pipe the cold away. <br /> <br />The flocks are folded, boughs are bare, <br /> The salmon take the sea; <br />And O my fair, would I somewhere <br /> Might house my heart with thee!<br /><br />John Vance Cheney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/somewhere-3/
