Life's Sedate

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, July 20, 2009 0 comments


what pain of love within thy soul shall speak
whence tears as rain amid the crusted land
do soak and shallow 'neath thy beauty's peak
e'er faint and yonder from my gentle hand
while by that faithful take of breath thou poured
thou art is dimmed in spirit by thy fate
oh, bid me not as less than whom adored
thou beauteous dreams within thy life's sedate

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