Today is AnonEMouse's day!
I see thee crawling from afar
And then thou art a pretty star,
Not quite so fair as many are
In heaven above thee!
Yet like a star, with glittering eyes,
Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rise;
May peace come never to his nest
Who shall reprove thee!
Sweet Mousey! for by that name at last
When all my reveries are past
I call thee, and to that cleave fast,
Sweet silent Creature!
That breath'st with me in sun and air,
Do thou, as thou art wont, repair
My heart with gladness, and a share
Of thy meek nature!
Happy Day, Mousey!