Friday, January 18, 2013

A Poem Draft

Spheres

All those who with rejoicing rise
may look in grace on ebon skies;
who loves the light may grow more wise
by hearing midnight stars.

Their fractured rays of silver-white
bear songs of joy throughout the night:
their harmonies of mingled light
no human evil mars.

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