Some like to rocks gleam in their wondering
eye
Mid shoreless seas & some go swifter bye
Like mighty ships still charging on their way
To other ships move beautiful than they
Some shaped like boats their placid track
pursue
Oer gentle billows of a different hue
Soft as the paper ships they often make
& float on curdling brook or meadow lake
Some white like palaces of marble seems
The towers of heaven they’re called in dreams
& which his waking fancys grandly shine
The abodes of one that instant suns divine
The abodes of one that instant suns divine
Hidden Treasures (2016)
edited Roger Rowe
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