Whose Bliss Is This
whose bliss is this
when all ye have tranquility
absorbed in meditation
as purified drops of water
are drawn into a sponge
a wild and roving gypsy girl
this pagan wench becomes
and takes me to the byroads
where fauns and satyrs run.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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