His clear eyes might have spoke Gaelic,
But were skilled, in the language of one,
As he held the bobbing world on a string-
Just inches, from the spectre of sun.
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There is an astounding, august metaphorical aura moving throughout this poem, one of a very regal nature; I sense a depth of divine royalty at work in these words. I love it.
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There is an astounding, august metaphorical aura moving throughout this poem, one of a very regal nature; I sense a depth of divine royalty at work in these words. I love it.