Meadows of luscious furs, mellow hairs crop
The earth, it’s pillow-like rebound and make
And cooling sun above never to stop
His pursuit, neither rainy days to wake
A rush on dreaming boys or dreaming girls;
Meadows of earth amount to dreams, the first
Of heavens clime began with clouds of pearl
A-crowd the lowest steep, where ragwort ‘merse
That did His hand so softly lift this ground
Above to heights that reach high scenes of stars
The Holy Plain, The Gold Meadow surround
The starry heavens, shining endless bars
Of pales of light and songs of fluttered flight;
Disrobed of life and death the place is young
Of vital green and warm eternal light
Meadows of knead-less plight, forever young,
For spring is spright for years to come, and fall
And winter—nigh arrive or dusk and night,
Meadows of heaven hoard the stars delight
And all of sin of sloth can now appall
With lids arise and full with vigor’d days
Meadows! Meadows, have filled our longing days
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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Twitter : @libracymbalspoems
And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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