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and I'll recall

oh chant to me those ancient runes
      brimmed lands lost, long, to ices
         soft, sorrowed songs of gilded tombs
   their freeze and ventured vices
those sainted souls that gods left doomed
      drowned deep midst their devices
         and I'll recall with tenderness
   the sapphire skies of home ...

oh whisper me of petals, crushed
      with Spring's too eager melting
         the careful creep of hoarfrost, hushed
   by wise blooms' wint'ry welting
and bounties of a bosom, blushed
      with May's weep, sprightly pelting
         and I'll recall with tenderness
   the greening grass of home …

oh breathe a song upon the breeze
      of adventures, plucked and dreamed
         brave sailors sundered to the seas
   or grand galleons, gold and gleamed
the tallest tales one fool could tease
      from a moon, festooned and beamed
         and I'll recall with tenderness
   the golden shores of home

oh hearken, should the wind resound
      with sweet songs none have heard
         that tell of hearts and fates, so found
   through the darkness, undeterred
sad music of those glory-bound
      that we've grieved without a word
         and I'll recall with tenderness
   the beautied cheek of home ...

the sapphire, greening
      golden, preening
         beautied cheek …
   of home.






Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, September 23, 2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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