Love Song To My Muse (Fragments)
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Peter S. Quinn
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Oh playful heaven – sweet!
How a wonder is star dust;
With lingering so neat,
That never on earth will rust.
We live by strange name,
The spirit only knows of;
With where there's a flame,
And true feelings of love.
This chanting of a singing,
Full harmonies in the length;
To each one it is bringing,
Their spirit so full of strength.
For I never knew before,
Why silver swans did so sing;
Tantalized to earth shore,
Until death silences bring.
Each thought is like a lily,
Or roses of tinting gold;
That throbs like the heart,
And never will stop to cold.
Each fire then reinforces,
Gives the strength and power;
That from other sides crosses,
Like dust in golden shower.
Bu şiiri puanla
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