As it has for so long
come wind and all weather
the house glimmers among
the mists of a little
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Holy the heart in its proper occupation praising and appraising this godsend, the dawn. Will you lift up your eyes my blind spirit and see such evidence of forgiveness in the heavens morning after golden morning than even the blind can see?
Narration of a morning in Norfolk with minutest details is superb. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
I have searched and searched in this poem, line by line, for a misplaced word, an awkward phrase, anything that is not earthly perfection