Words That Linger Poem by Elizabeth Shield

History, Mythology,
Words on paper that I see,
tease me, prod me, trick my eyes,
Then they take me by surprise.
I arrange them to report,
but they in restless clusters, sort,

In my head they quickly swim,
But when I search, I'm lacking them,
Still this mystery grows e'er deep,
These words haunt me when I sleep,

When I read and when I write,
And even on the darkest night,
I see these words where e'er I go,
This great torrent never slows!

Let heaven assent, I ne'er forsook,
My words written in this book.