Echoes
of tea
Through
thoughts of plainer muse
Kinder
with less glee
But
there is not such creatures
wayward
Chaucer knew
Leading
beside so many strangers
The
turn inward
Soberly
seek vengeance
On
generous light
His
head crowned
A
smile to common
Idleness
Beside
his lurking lips
Circles
do not capture
Fear
but make strange face
Chaste
wit surprise
Spoke
men
Valleys
swelling
Or
ye fill touched
By
the scrip gentle girls
Kept
weary of strange scriptures
Great
god Pan living
Great
bounty of our lord eating mushrooms
Songs
spread thick with meaning
Sparkling
bright
Thy
eternal whisper
Flower
dress melody desolate of ideas
And
filled with tunes that need words to them
sphinx
heard us, the day the turtles ran
Soul
sunny meadows realms fair chuckling
Words
of unborn thought
Willing
upward drawn path round
Hidden
delight silvery echoes our king
Dodge
heaven be still dull ethereal a symbol
An
unknown but no more,
Something
completed of all perfection
Drooping
west sun did not obey me
Paradise
cheeks with light tints now sweeter
Venus
rose her breath that of waves torn
And
a handful of daisies to me
Magic
sleep hush liberty
Tumbling
mazy world
Lives
over gone
Full
of light sleeping over
Ripe
sleek tarring world
Wed
coral reefs
Cupids
kneeling chocking on
of our pollution
this is what love has known
cold
fingers my own margin
nevertheless
written with words listel
realness
bowed head to pages read
when
not full woken
bending
low before the world
