Thanks, I feel it is not a strong poem, for me it does not have the power I want to convey. Of course, it has been a while since I visited the Glen in writing sooo maybe this is a warm up. ;0)
1,129 posted on 11/02/2007 8:18:26 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)
To: WayzataJOHNN; Lady Jag; MEG33; NY Attitude; Kathy in Alaska; tomkow6; Lost Dutchman; ...
Good morning everyone.
Song
Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro' the clefts, itself has made, We spy the flashes of the Blade ! But thro' the clefts, itself has made, We likewise see Love's flashing blade, By rust consumed or snapt in twain: And only Hilt and Stump remain.
By: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1,130 posted on 11/02/2007 8:30:05 AM PDT by Soaring Feather
(I Soar 'cause I can....)