'tis Early

At a time the shadow was thick I saw it dimmer than the deep paint While lost in the lake like a toothpick Fiery ball forces through but feint Vision, so clear I see the world’s end Hmm! I weep, for the thick light sight Bright, a pin falls I see it end Deep through the earth there them roots in sight A beauty of white is the ceiling Mixed with dull-blue, stained with grey foams Strong the furnace gaze, with joy glowing As touch of time runs with the foams Now! I see life journeying in style For nectar, smiles are forced to it point As season make the foams an isle Like million oasis they spread about In their white robe they bathe their loved ones. For such abundance of blessing- I praise from the beauty of my heart That seeks home in the court of time