The Times Poem by Lewis Dowell, III
The Times
The times like daffodils befall from the heights
Moving swiftly towards paradise-
Thou art the mid-drift swing
Which brings the ebb and flow of the night-
Sundering blissfully by the bays-
Ah! the ways, how they move perfectly
Like vixens of the mind-
Climbing towards steps of the sublime-
Inwardly, inward is the divine-
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