"Sparowes"

It had a velvet cap,
And wold syt upon my lap,
And seke after small wormes,
And somtyme white bred crommes;
And many tymes and ofte
Betwene my brestes softe
It wolde lye and rest;
It was propre and prest.
       --from John Skelton (1463-1529),
            The Boke of Phyllyp Sparowe


Clive Hicks-Jenkinsfor THALIAD

It's dank and cloudy with sun coming through a patch of blue, but the sparrows