Upon the ears of the primeval man
Nature descended in multifarious voices,
In rhythms and patterns,
In a language known to brooks and forests;
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Literature's singing in my heart, Again on my soul he made many arts, That elates me in the dawn, Takes me to the dusk, and loan me to fun. Thanks for sharing. Joshua.
A perceptive write well executed. The last stanza expresses it all.10