Hm. Nes Poems

Rises the sun
And my eyes strain to see
The mountain peaks
Such brilliant majesty
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The children sing, but they have not yet learned
The music of those higher forms of life,
To tune their harps with sweet, sad songs that yearn
And lust for more through endless cosmic strife,
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Take me back to quiet waters
Though the brook's polluted now
And all muddied by the cow
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I raise the chalice to parched lips,
Begging not to drink it-
The draught a bitter poison-
I know that full well
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cold and huddled,
lacking courage,
hungry- most of all just hungry,
fearing fever,
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Merciful Maker of waters and whiles,
Spare please my son from the fierce crocodiles;
Then he too will know you.
I'll rear him to fear you.
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I have worn this cross in battle
I have born it, blood in hand
Through the raging storms and idle
Days of playing in the sand
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Had the music more of mystery
More than memory and of dreams
Had my feathers not so swiftly
Fallen, swiftly from my wings
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grave the distance between truth and reality
the truth so clear to you
but honestly, not so clear to me
though formed, nevertheless, in my mind.
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If I had waited
And heard you coming before you came,
I might have waited longer,
But probably not,
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