Far, as I could travel the furry ways
For 'oft who remember no doubting too
Whereby movement of sortless sun, but lays;
I feel the warmth of jocund 'company
Who deal, day by day, with greets old and new
O, a mystic! For that play a many
The joyful sun-flowers that palsy break
For joy; and subdue days' unwanted wear
As, to unwrath our long tormented soul-
And it must go illuminative fear
Such to a world which Love weaves and brings forth;
So, I must go the ways panting in dole
That an accomplishment 'oft such it doth.
01/19/2017
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