The sun those mornings used to find
Its clouds were other-country mountains
& heaven looked downward on the mind
Like groves & rocks & mottled fountains
Those heavens are gone the mountains grey
Turned mist--the sun a homeless ranger
Pursues alone his naked way
Unnoticed like a very stranger
O Poesy is on the wane
Nor love nor joy is mine again
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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