On the shining yards of heaven
See a wider dawn unfurled. . . .
The eternal slaves of beauty
Are the masters of the world.
set me a task in witch i can put something of my very self and it is a task no longer,it is joy;it is art.
Bliss CarmanTHERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
Tag: poetry seasonal fall autumn
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