The Graces Upon A Hill High And Green

The Graces upon a hill high and green Met all unseen and unespied Save by the welcome smiles of Jovian gods Dawn had passed by just little awhile Her footprints upon the naked grass witness’d A freshness that twinkled midst the greenish dews The clouds below in congregation quiet Still in their Morphean slumber rolled For them the Dawn was unespied And still of night and stars they dreamed And ghosts and lights and thunder-claps And lighting houses and charnels and horrors wild. And when they danced the Graces in their glee