Beautiful must be…


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soft white beautiful bloom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come,
And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom
Ye learn your song:
Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there,
Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air
Bloom the year long!

Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams:
Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams,
A throe of the heart,
Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound,
No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound,
For all our art.

Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men
We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then,
As night is withdrawn
From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,
Dream, while the innumerable choir of day
Welcome the dawn.

Published by raburcke

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  1. Beautiful poem of nature, “sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,
    Dream, while the innumerable choir of day
    Welcome the dawn.” Thank you…

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      1. This is …………………. so beautiful lil Ralphie….sigh……lovely~ powerful…You are eclectic and wonderful darling~ xxoo

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      2. 🙂 Gran doesn’t know what she’s doing…..that is the beauty of being a Gran, you can claim old age for your carelessness! It was lovely, wasn’t it?

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      3. I sit corrected & wish to construe
        Leavin’ my memory of Lieven to you
        Backlog of emails as long as one’s arm
        Had no intention of mistaken harm
        As haste does make waste
        Not meant in poor taste…

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