FRESH FROM ETERNITY UNTO THIS WORLD

A WORLD too much – – so morning broken
sun and soon the place of much:  
a waste of beautiful powers:  that we see
spending sweet wages upon vaporish
fantastical wishes;
    Romeo as Juliet — little light of Nature
that might have been like the fresh Sea
bares creation through destruction — sand castles
of me less forlorn;  
Oh sweet new faults teaching me i am a new born
what moves us is not but through Great God
 hearts out of tune;  my mind is not evening
but morning’s eager Triton who blows his
wreathed horn.    Fresh from Eternity Unto
This World.

:: 06.22.2020 ::