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OCULUS is a daily photo blog featuring Laura M Lamp's photographs taken with her iPhone. Enjoy!
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- Pan Came Out Of The Woods One Day
- His Skin And His Hair And His Eyes Were Gray
- The Gray Of The Moss Of Walls Were They
- And Stood In The Sun And Looked His Fill
- At Wooded Valley And Wooded Hill
- He Stood In The Zephyr, Pipes In Hand
- On Height Of Naked Pasture Land
- In All The Country He Did Command
- He Saw No Smoke And He Saw No Roof
- That Was Well! And He Stamped A Hoof
- His Heart Knew Peace, For None Came Here
- To This Lean Feeding Save Once A Year
- Someone To Salt The Half-Wild Steer
- Or Homespun Children With Clicking Pails
- Who See So Little They Tell No Tales
- He Tossed His Pipes, Too Hard To Teach
- A New-World Song, Far Out Of Reach
- For Sylvan Sigh That The Blue Jay's Screech
- And The Whimper Of Hawks Beside The Sun
- Were Music Enough For Him, For One
- Times Were Changed From What They Were:
- Such Pipes Kept Less Of Power To Stir
- The Fruited Bough Of The Juniper
- And The Fragile Bluets Clustered There
- Than The Merest Aimless Breath Of Air
- They Were Pipes Of Pagen Mirth
- And The World Had Found New Terms Of Worth
- He Laid Him Down On The Sun-Burned Earth
- And Raveled A Flower And Looked Away—
- Play? Play? — What Should He Play?
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