High peering, primerose hills, and crystalline sweet water dales, Whereon my lady walks a laureled path, beholding to the tender Hand of love, amid natures flowery veils of fragrant maiden violets, That impending cloud will keep a print, of her beautious face In an earthly gentle mould. Upon a leafy bough, the blue bird conducts his delightful symphany to day, In sweet division, and every high note heard is felt within her Constant soul, when it nests the fresh and fairest flowers that russle in The balmy breeze, whispering that pleasant melody over her attending Ears, that fills the resounding valley air with those lovely echo's of my heart. O' ocean pale skies, O' encircled dawn, O' rapid sun, that gleams in gulfs Of noble flames in which she burns, and trains of golden fire, to give Beauty, peace, and liberty to her bright eyes, wherever those steady Rays may fall, and that living light of each votive candle is our possession, Let that tender kiss enthralled by sweet desire be written on a Hollowed page, and melt my bosom endeared with loves fury and My softest passions. (c) Copyright by Kevin B. Wright "The Season Of All Natures" 2009-2010
