Engrossed in, day after day
A celebration of dreams and fancy, revered
The dwelling long to retire
to a distant land.
‘Twas a visitation I have long design to ignore
Leaf after leaf, the pen engaged
Like a feather in the open wind
whispering to mine ears.
On a dewy day in spring
As the primrose bask in the morning sun
Allure to the serene countryside, none to remark upon
Seven, I was.
In summertime, the cold is not condemned
Don’t you fear the rage of winter?
The innocent lamb to lead the way
For a lesson too dear.