Of an Evening Thirst promises in light lilting urging The holy oath that quenching but fulfills, That life, reborn, rebounds in its surging In fire such that haughty drakes sink bills. Take flight with me through emrald flowers dank, And gaze, new eyes, on ocean ponds, and toys You once named city, or tower, or bank. In distance mellow love the girls and boys. Enflamed breath shrieks in silence even here, It begs, Sweet natal coolness, satisfy! The bud is nipped, early and ever clear, That scorches lips that would--may?--falsify. Then lazy dawn alights upon the face That thirsts for golden, superior space.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 03:27:26 +0000
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