In Dreams - Poem by Owain Glyn
Walk with me
Just hold my hand
We can cross this land.
We'll hear the distant Red Fox bark
Gaze aloft, and watch the Lark.
Come sit below this ancient Oak
And hear the words that Byron spoke.
We'll gaze at nature's wondrous hue
Which make the bells such perfect blue.
Then dip our fingers in the stream
And close our eyes, perchance to dream.
When stars appear in mighty splendor
To light your form, so warm and tender.
With my lips I'll worship you
So you will know my love is true.
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