Twixt Hope And Realization Poem by james watkin

Twixt Hope And Realization



Cajoled of some inner need
Her juvenile dreamer's
World-expanding, once on, away
Upborne, a summer's day
To muse, and mull over things;
There in a shady lay.

Dropped in by, without bother
If eyebrow, hung curl brushed
Soft for moth, if whose tone-mixture
For its own fair feature
Beclouds, now and then, that dazed look;
Life's fancies does capture!

Wednesday, June 7, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,muse
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james watkin

james watkin

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