I have planned and dreamt of this trophy of gold,
The halo of silver, around in which it molds.
I have cradles this idea and nursed it to true plan,
I have fed it seeds of confidence, O this is so grand!
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When I read this I can see the full moon reflecting off the glassy surface of still waters. The poem is also metaphorical and sings of promise. Elegant poem.
Your moons ora I have drank It sits soft at the center of my soul Where the rivers do meet Where the constant dream flows