What Beast the Egg of Day Doth Hold In childness by the ebby - TopicsExpress

What Beast the Egg of Day Doth Hold In childness by the ebby sea Youth sang a sadly silly song. It wimbled soft and long to me. How vain a fool so blind of days No trial was mine but fear Then came your touch in innocent trust And stole away the tears. How laughed we then at shores wide verge. The sea toothed white and blue Rolled out until the sky it was As I it was with you. But sadly found an end that time Together held in hand. It skipped down the primsey path to die: Bones bleached on steamy sand. So hears the note it holds not well. The pitch it pines away the day. Though bronze of brow and gold of heart The feet are made of clay. Tis now as then the land is owned And our owners give no hope. Our dreams are lotted out as alms While Pillar smokes his rope.