Saturday, February 12, 2011

Poem Number 722

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Sweet Mountains - Ye tell Me no lie - 
Never deny Me - Never fly - 
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me - when I fail - or feign,
Or take the Royal names in vain - 
Their far - slow - Violet Gaze - 

My Strong Madonnas - Cherish still - 
The Wayward Nun - beneath the Hill - 
Whose service - is to You
Her latest Worship - When the Day
Fades from the Firmament away - 
To lift Her Brows on You - 

1 comment:

Sara said...

This is absolutely beautiful. I read it aloud and love the flow and meaning of the words.

There's such a strong sense of God in these least to me:~)