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August Child
Contributed by
windowguy
on
Sunday, 31st May 2009 @ 10:59:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
poets
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Born when winds are warmest
When the sun shines high overhead,
When the sea tempts and tantalises
And picnics are most oft spread.
Of his mind and heart of genius
We leaf through his printed pages
Still warm thoughts, yellowed by time.
His sweet words like music assuage
Anxious souls in need of relief;
Times of serene quietude
Are enhanced and magnified
Like a carefully played etude;
His words dissipate the discord,
The wild cacophony of the World;
Thus, eager hearts gently open
Like laurel leaves lightly unfurled.
Shelley showed such sensitivity,
Such insight for one young in years,
A maturity rarely matched
By the Great Masters, or his peers.
Effulgent emotions emanated
Profusely from his potent pen;
Now dear reader, refreshed and elated,
Savour his thoughts once again.
Copyright ©
windowguy
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2009-05-31 22:59:11] (Date/Time posted on
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