Of Beauty, All's Gone Out
Of Beauty, all's gone out.
No let hung glimmer
High or low branched, for this
And that leaf-ember.
Not o'er the whole sad Earth.
Til this grateful shock.
Birdhouse a-flame! Porch-oozed.
Redbreast's berried smock.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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