Little Beck's Flower Bed Poem by james watkin
Little Beck's Flower Bed
Bare-footed, and playing
Their true devotee.
Soft-slipping by each one's
Hem-touched sanctity.
Nor wavers, faithful to
The king's advent.
Marigold's! Upswelled
In pride of vestment.
Bright halo of a day
Late spring's, hovers low
To occupy her mind with.
And could she but know
Which of His thoughts will be
Given witness to!
Fairest, in Heaven crowned.
Finest, frailest too.
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8/19/2025 1:19:11 PM # 1.0.0
wonderful stanza- Which of His thoughts will be Given witness to! Fairest, in Heaven crowned. Finest, frailest too. ///written wonderfully
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