User:Phaedriel/Today/May 12, 2007

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!

William Wordsworth

Happy Day, Mousey!