Jonathan Platt Poems

The Soul has a fire,
And it surpasses those of Hell;
And if our hearts desire,
These flames will never tire -
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(This one's for Kirsty Richards)

Here, in heaven's shadow,
Our days are numbered few;
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My eyes are drawn to that boundless expanse,
Where mystery and beauty and enchantment romance...
And each star spreading its elegant glow
'Til their sphere of light into eternity flows;
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The soul, like a fragile sphere of glass,
Holds the white radiance of heaven.
When the many trials of time are passed,
The soul bursts like an exploding star,
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A small girl entered my bower-
Through the old, weathered gate she crept,
Wandering quietly among the flowers
With cautious little thief-sneaking steps.
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Above the stony crowns of mountains,
The hidden sun no longer glares,
And waters from cloudy fountains
Spill down the evening's air.
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O' Time, who sleeps not,
By thy law, all things wither, and all must rot,
'Til life's bright flame burns no more;
Though die, thou cannot.
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