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[title] => For Kitty.
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[bodytext] => For Kitty. Laurelled Daphne in her dulcimer days Sung in the morning dew. A morning shower fell with rainbow pattered knell, That for her harmony stayed the day long through. She followed its course, its meander, its path. She sung of its natures magic, its eternal majesty. She composed upon the rainbow and its soft and mighty harmony. The first, the red arose like the spheres of the ages, wondered At and followed by the mountain sages. Red the colour of the crucible Left all but her dulcimer inaudible. A honey bee of orange heavy in its industry Buzzing pollen, Its heraldry and striped in natures livery. The worker of the tower In the harmony of honey. For her yellow arose as circumferential Rings, For bride and groom that everlasting sings. A green arisen vine entwined, dependant In kind They cling to the life of the tree kissing In reverie. Daphne blessed with a dulcimer strong In midday shade with these she rested anon. Over the lake in the blue skies so high, she Fixed upon the pelican swirls, Blind together in circled curls Upon the currents they whirl. The indigo of afternoon light she heard music of heavenly rhyme, With stringed dulcimer she kept time. Music of the spheres again and both heavenly music sublime, Music of harmony she wept at their well kept time. The violet of the evening The crack in the crag and the fall of the fen, The cradles upward, the violet light Towards the ken of drunken men. Drunk in the dusk and singing, The harmony of the vine, lulling in the light As she joins in vain flight, With her evening loving light. For well in joy she loved harmonious nature Yet, the bower discordant with a harmony Of men’s crafts opposites, Mirrors collected in compliments. Following unknown Wandering the halls alone She sang of natures kisses true, Softly upon her singing lips in evenings chilled dew. Harmony will always be As time its pass airy free. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Incognito_Bombastus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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