A Farewell: To C.E.G
MY fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray; Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I'll leave you, For every day.
I'll tell you how to sing a clearer carol Than lark who hails the dawn or breezy down; To earn yourself a purer poet's laurel Than Shakespeare's crown.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever; Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long; And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever, One grand sweet song.
Zabethlyburn · Thu Dec 11, 2008 @ 06:21am · 0 Comments |