He's Not Walking, Who's Said To Wend Poem by james watkin
He's Not Walking, Who's Said To Wend
He's not walking, who's said to wend
Down the ways of Charm.
Mist-spun, as out a bygone dream.
Coach-quaint; by quaint stream.
Autumn-trailing; as much soft-toned
What for hints are dropped!
Authentic displays, quiet tastes enhance
Of Old World romance.
His, quoting a bard for blessing; aft
God, to fame as lost!
Her's, smoothing down chaste knees; which, for shame
This age, bare least blame!
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