Wanting To Escape Where Lambs Knelt

Wanting to escape where lambs knelt how I wished then to hear the jackdaw how I wished the snow would melt how I wished the ice should thaw. Wanting to see where daisies dwelt in chains succinct as a poets words how I wished for the colours of the Orient but instead in sweaters, I felt interred. Wanting to shake a crimson rose how I wished stupidly for a signal of love and disillusioned for sunny patios how I wished to take off winter's gloves. Wanting to carve out of solid stone an escape from all the world's cold how I wanted an old belief to be shown to feel spring warmth, many times manifold.