To His Music Poem by james watkin
To His Music
A comforter, when of heart
Locked up window and door
To your stretched quaver, weary-climbed
Of whom sang to deplore
His own lone state, I yield not;
Nor from now on likely to.
For its shards, strips, tell of love
Joy's bird, what's since burst through.
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love,music
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