THE SLUMBER OF KEATS

 

Dreaming thoughts that soberly dance
We bid goodnight to your “soft dying day”
Eyelashes closing tenderly at last
Together poet and reader lay.

 

Our stringent fears unfold in grace
Through myriad possibilities we sift
Centuries apart, we lustrously embrace
Stanzas in rhyme behold the gift.

 

What aggravating distance in time we mourn!
Our shoulders to fingers outstretched
Love fancies your heart bright and words reborn
Hence it is justified to be so enmeshed.

 

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(c) 2013

 

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