The Peasant-Boy's Paradise
Come! said the peasant-boy
To my golden temple
With spires of ice
Where glories entice
Even the noblest of men!
Come! said the peasant-boy
To my marble halls
With pillars of heights
And glittering lights
Kings and their courts would adore!
Come! said the peasant-boy
To the berth of dreams
Where musik ascends
To heavenly ends
A joyous Amen and Amen!
And I, with the peasant boy,
Stood, face-to-face
Whilst to my eyes,
Though monarch denies
—The Earth to my eyes he revealed
Copyright © Stuart Clements | Year Posted 2015
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