Whence thou come out of wood
Like a fairy hand in hand
How that makes Life for all good
As etched on the time's sand,
I think of going to hills
Where many times I thee sought
I think I got that feel
That thy Love kept me wrought,
I hear the roosters sing
Early morn with blessedness
I think they every morn brings
Thy everlasting kindness,
I look out and stay amazed
By the mist , dews and chill
I get into winter's haze
And thy poesy more I feel,
I write copious on page
With rhymes my soul I fill,
And that goes on for days
For months for years too
How for thee I just pray
Wrapped by thy lovely hue.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
So by poesy wrought
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