Triolet: How Sweet The Morning Mist Poem by Richard St. Clair
Triolet: How Sweet The Morning Mist
How sweet the morning mist and sweet the day,
Whose timeless time has neither start nor end,
When sounds the mockingbird’s ecstatic lay!
How sweet the morning mist and sweet the day!
O, that this precious moment long could stay,
My heart to lasting ecstasy to send!
How sweet the morning mist and sweet the day,
Whose timeless time has neither start nor end!
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