I had forgotten how the frog must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
p.s. Thanks Mum for reminding me about Edna's birthday-you're always keeping me nice.
I can hardly remember my own family's birthdays, let alone literary heroes'......