OH! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,
AS late I rambled in the happy fields
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
Her beauty farther than the falcon spies;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
Whose airy texture, from a golden string
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Yet over the steep, whence the mountain stream rushes
So elegantly o’er the waters’ brim
These pleasant things, heaven bedewing
With lips that tremble, and with glistening eye
To admire the visor arched so gracefully
Or any other wondrous thing
Blushing through the mist and dew
On the blue fields of heaven
Without that modest softening
May I woo thee?
Copyright ©B.L. House 2008/ Wolfspirits
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I think your words are painting such a beautiful picture here...It was just as if I was laying in a green field with flowers and trees, water around and I was just listening to the soft sounds from summer...the sun was there and I smiled all the time...
Wow...you really got me here
XXJeannette
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Awesome write.. beautiful as a song.. warm as summer time. This reads like a dream, perfect flow. I'm so glad I stopped in.
Debby
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sweet to read and flows like wine
candied words that wine and dine.
a picture you painted makes me think
you'll get your woo, blushing in pink....
rudolf
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great ending ah KEATS one of my favs thanks for sharing your talent/creativity regards zaj
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I think this is quite beautiful, my friend
A fine sharing from your pen
Glad to see your ink flowing!
Hugs,
Sandy
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