Children of the morn,play around for a while,Your father’s doleful;the clouds his visage hide,that his fair eyehe may align,upon great gloomsof the grey high,Play aroundfor just a while.Children of the morn,play around for a while,Ponder upon his lapthe world that’s nigh, ’bout which,to your heart’s content,upon the ray plumesenquire.Skip, prick, prod and shine.Children of theContinue reading “Day, arise!”
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What forges sleep
It would be a kind hourthat the night proffers:the day’s mercy for the toiling.It would be a kind hour:a cool mist passing bythat sinks ‘neath the weary eye.from wakefulnessit pilferssanity and calmand fills the mould.It would be a kind hour that kindlesthe forge that bears a gleamwhichof kind hoursis a pleasant dream!