A Character

A Character; must reach behind each face to see it smile While nature hard to find, she hides behind it often sighs. There rides our Queen her lips they move, she waves us in. But makes no sound, that we would dare her crown define. While there upon each, cobbled foot is one such willing man. His horse is held here much too quite where, within these walls. Words of worth some smith and quite of gesture lifts his hand. A hammer found is hot, that glove when full, each maid of felt. How I wink and laugh and pat my thigh and gaze aloft, such class. Behind yon walls a tree still grows and sleeps within, the forest. w.w.