Now Is The Time Poem by Mark. A Heathcote
Now Is The Time
Now is the time when the angels dance.
And a linnet's wing raises a child's glance.
Now is the time when a full moon dreams.
And the ladled sea, wildly, madly, reams
Now is the time when a veil is drawn.
And all the gods' living men shall mourn.
Now is the time for that cradled air.
Where flowers are gathered, so rare.
Now is the time for that spring snow.
Where footsteps never, melting, go.
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