The Tidings
The Tidings
Here beneath the stars,
Far from the whispering eaves,
Tell me thy tidings,
Be they dark as northern nights
I will not fail or falter.
I have built for thee
A dwelling, of green pine boughs,
O' my silent guest.
A light to guide thy coming
Have I set : here take thy rest.
R.J. Lindley
Oct 9th, 1974
Form- Classicism(Romanticism influenced)
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 7 7 0 5 7 5 7 7
Total # Syllables: 62
Total # Words: 54
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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