I sought a very exceptional rose; A flower supreme in every way – Bloom that not age, nor blight, nor aphid knows, Whose
Month: January 2022
Autumn flower, in this remiss hour, sunset lingers, persevering! Bonny countenance, that dost almost entice winter to spare her frost! Winter whispers in the brisk
No more tears! Save sorrow for later years When no morrow comes with the setting sun. Being well enough cheers most mortal fears
We are only shadows and sand, Blending into deepening shades of dusk. We are fire in mystery’s hand, Fragrance of bloom lost to
Nightingale, thou art not forlorn, Thy sacrifice not made in vain That hung thy life upon a thorn, And tempered true love with its stain.
Do you fear to be free? Are you afraid to fly, To be, but not to be, To be born as you die, To bathe
Below Mink Creek Steeps there is an old homestead,Or was – now just a square of foundation stonesThat ranging cattle sometimes use as a bed.There
My cup of tea is steeped in deepest lore,From olden times in lost, exotic lands –The stuff of ardent scenes since days of yore.I hold
Perfection, what is thy name?Embodied as a decree!Conceived above any blameIs this picture of beauty! In form of snow-pure rabbit.Gentle child of innocence,Clothed in angel-knit
Child of earth, cultivator of the field,Kneeling in worship on the garden floor,Immeasurable by words is your yield –The nature of the nature you adore.With