No. 35A Poem by Samuel I Moth
Long
ago, when the castle yards were green
With ivy abreast the archways of stone, When the westerly moats ran healthy and high, As all the king’s children ran amok in the sun, Lord Hamilton’s daughter with the darkest of eyes Turned to me at the top of the hill and graced me with her smile. Returning from wars I sought those dark eyes deeper than the northernmost moats. In waking I slept, In sleeping I woke, To those dark eyes deeper than the northernmost moats. © 2017 Samuel I Moth |
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