The Song Spinner
Safe in my golden room of thought,
I hear outside the rush and sweep
Of travel wearied wings of sin:
I hear the tears of those that weep . . .
My musings are with visions fraught:
To catch Love's voice my soul stands mute,
Around me speechless memories flute
Vague threads of music to weave in
The songs of life I sit and spin.
I hear outside the rush and sweep
Of travel wearied wings of sin:
I hear the tears of those that weep . . .
My musings are with visions fraught:
To catch Love's voice my soul stands mute,
Around me speechless memories flute
Vague threads of music to weave in
The songs of life I sit and spin.
I sit and spin the songs of life . . .
About my knees proud flowers press,
About my knees proud flowers press,
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