peter adeleke Poems

PETER: My maiden, with thy cornflower-blue gown,

Rise, when lifting yellow-fogs; filtering down,
Upon great elms in a small patch of wood;
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O Alade, most beautiful and fair,

With an eye, like the mustard seed;
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The norm of the sky, the hue of the day,
When the morning wakens with summer's ray,

O remember, the fireflies' silvery light;
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My dear one, O awake from thy cold-sleep,

Like an opening rose in a summer's call,
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I gazed 'pon the sun of the
day,
That sells a wicked ray,
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After passing through the flames of failure,

We would widely wave a victory's flag;
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In fragile sleep, minds lost to nightmares' flight,

On the pillow of darker-griefs; last night,
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Lo! With thy cold-loving tired lids, rest,

O my Emerald; in the records of time,
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