To Pray, Become The Prayer
P Patti Masterman
0
Altın Yaprak
I pray on the mountains, to the new day;
Pray for vision prerequisite to peace,
Though I see far clouds on the misty horizon-
All is beauty, that I survey.
I pray for days, in the mountain's grace,
With visions stirring, in peace complete;
Cloudless visions, unspeared by time-
And beauty rarely seen by mind.
I am the mountain-shading day;
My dense shadow true stability is:
The clouds must go round my pointed face,
And nothing hides from my highest space.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş