O Poetry!

O Poetry!
How every day, every moment,
Thou like a tune sublime,
Fill me with your shine,
How you come to me as wind,
How you drape everything with your screen,
How you turn simple little things
Into a fountain of my youthful spring,

O Poetry!
How your wonder ushers in mirthful satiety,
How you keep reasons and rhymes as your piety,
In worded forms, in me, forever entwined,
How verses of your blessed savoury song,
With sacredness wrings out of a winter,
A festive season written agelong.


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