A Reminder

It’s Madness to resist the psalm of a fair late autumn, when the soft wind carols and the mellow moon pries, I have told no words, only an orison wished in silence, then a thousand years shall go on to praise and rejoice, for our promise have crawled the beauty of distant stars, Unexpected journey…

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To A Friend

In vain I flaunted the poetic names of Byron sort, And cited those Shelleys we now worship no more, for Fate has her own say and God must have his way, So dearest, hold tight and see my truths interplay: Of all examples by the shallow world I’d confess, I know pearls, heavenly stars, and…

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