Then I sharpened my wings for a prissy flight,
Through powerful Light that Heavenly be;
And that one moment that I relived from my sinful drought,
That appealed for many longer years, than brightness ever probe.
Sit with you now, and inhaling your songs and verse;
Of serene that borrows your vibe,
Blessed within me my ‘maker’; the ensuring ‘sacred rose’
Of love, that he my life can subscribe.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Fancy Feäir At Maïden Newton by William Barnes
- Николай Гумилев – Какое отравное зелье
- Solitude at an Inn by Thomas Warton
- My Aroma
- Looking Fire
- Олег Бундур – Добрый день
- From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
- The Rabbi’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Couplet 4 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Wold Vo’k Dead by William Barnes
- The Stranger poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Libation
- Song—Awa’, Whigs, Awa’ by Robert Burns
- Complaint Of A Poet Manqué poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- К 8-му марта
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