{"sf1_id":902616,"sf2_id":"dePkAB71","title":"Romance","author":"james mikoto","words":134,"posted_at":"2015-08-24T20:50:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Mild Romance","Poems","Poetry","Relationships","Romance","Soulmates"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/902616-romance","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dePkAB71","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/cf/df/cfdfb96b-1f75-46ce-bbd6-2b4eed57ec2a","description":"#17 of love","content":"Romance, who loves to nod and sing,  \nWith drowsy head and folded wing,  \nAmong the green leaves as they shake  \nFar down within some shadowy lake,  \nTo me a painted bouquet  \nHath been- a most familiar bird-  \nTaught me my alphabet to say-  \nTo wisp my very earliest word  \nWhile in the wild wood I did lie,  \nA child- with a most knowing eye.  \n  \nOf late, eternal Condor years  \nSo shake the very Heaven on high  \nWith tumult as they thunder by,  \nI have no time for idle cares  \nThrough gazing on the unquiet sky.  \nAnd when an hour with calmer wings  \nIts down upon my spirit flings-  \nThat little time with lyre and rhyme  \nTo while away- forbidden things!  \nMy heart would feel to be a crime  \nUnless it trembled with the strings.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"love","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/896075-forgiveness.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/914146-i-love-you.json"}}