Whence love with unconfined
Wings faith within my gates,
And my divine Peachy brings to
Whis at the grates whence I
Lie tangled In Her hair
And fettered to Her eye,
The Gods that wanton In the Air Know no such liberty.
Whence flowing cups run Swiftly round with no allaying
A Poet our brotherfuly Mineralists art roses bound
Our Hearts with loyal flames;
Whence thirsty grief In wine We steep, whence healths and
Draughts go free, fishes that
Tipple In the deep know no Such liberty whence, like Committed linnets, I with Shriller victory shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King;
Whence I shall voice aloud how
Good poetry, Is how great Should sound, enlarged poetic Winds, that curl the flood
Know no such liberty.
Details
- Publication Date
- Oct 1, 2011
- Language
- English
- Category
- Religion & Spirituality
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Martinez Roberson
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- Format