I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
Originally posted by slow_lane at Ten Years of Fandom http://cruisingslowly.blogspot.com/2016/04/ten-years-of-fandom.html This year…