To be alive──is Power.
Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.
Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.