The Beloved Poem by Stella Halliwell
The Beloved
If I should sleep
And never stir
Holly crown my head
Gown me in a robe of blue
Speak in whispers
Glories of my youth
Cast me with roses red
If I should sleep
And tears stain my cheeks
Wipe not away those pearls
Fairest jewels let them rest
Clinging to the last of breaths
If I should sleep
Whilst angels sing
Listen to sweet psalms for me
Pluck the strings of the harps
Blithe played
As they pluck the life from me
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4/22/2024 7:06:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the imagery in this one. It is an eloquently written love poem, with kind of an old English quality about it.Nice Read. I have one called 'My Beloved', but as I write comedy, it doesn't have the truth that portrayed within yours.lol Kind Regards Steve