My Daughter, 'They Are Here Poem by James McLain

From thy mouth of that which was,
and is I am,
you came and now you are.

Spring poesy's like the wind
may finds
they are here
be every where, there around you.

Come wise too is your counsel
stars are thus
thine yours marked
each only this
and each is one
meek is mine,
thine each only is each being.

Golden and now it is why
I am frail,
in form to thee.

Flowering my sun was sprung,
a rose from thee.

My daughter,
they are you, 'they are here.