Friday, December 13, 2013

O mind mine,

O Mind mine,
How with me thou climb,
Faraway hills, mountain cliffs,
Where dreams mix with your golden mist,
O mind mine,
How you tug me along
Through the road of a breaking morn,
How in heart thou sing a song,
Of cocks and chanticleer,
Of a sky bright and clear,
O mind mine,
How in me thou rise divine,
A sense of widening spatial time.

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