But He Turned First, And Led My Eye To Look

But he turned first, and led my eye to look

At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared

Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,

Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,

By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.

But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,

Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,

And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;

So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

Boird

Gets hella nostalgic for rave master -> Watches Crossover ova to fill the void -> Gets Hella nostalgic for fairy tail

I peaked at this post,,, nothing will ever compare to the BOI

Happy birthday to one perfect boi

The best of fate zero

Some wall paintings i finished a while back for a neighbor