Around with the hoop in the loop of my love
lies longing my heart sinking low thinking of
wonders and magic and worries of woe
with windows all swaddled in yesterday's snow
the son in its tower tolls out the noon
and here in the sphere of the moth-eaten moon
all huddled, befuddled, with light in the eyes
the whoop of my heart in its wilderness lies.
-- Walt Kelly (from memory).
