[Victoria Delsoul]

Morning everyone! Have a great day all.

See you later.

A Lover's Complaint

A reverend man that graz'd his cattle nigh-
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew-
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;
And, privileged by age, desires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
When he again desires her, being sat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
If that from him there may be aught applied
Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
'Tis promis'd in the charity of age.

'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old;
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied
Love to myself and to no love beside.

'But woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit, it was to gain my grace,
Of one by nature's outwards so commended,
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face.
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodg'd and newly deified.
'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,
For on his visage was in little drawn
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.

[Pippin]

GOOD MORNING VICTORIA!

[JustAmy]

Seasons
By Mary T. Hoffman
October 13, 1982

Don’t you love the seasons,
The change in countryside?
As though we needed reasons
To pause and go outside.
To view with awe and wonder
The everlasting scene,
To rest from work and ponder
What all of this can mean?
Is budding branch of spring
Or glistening drop of dew
A means that God may use to bring
Belief in Him to you?
His are the summer’s radiant flower
And autumn’s rich display.
Through winter gale He shows His power
To lead us in His way.


Good Morning, Victoria ..... I always look forward to your poem and the picture you choose. Thank you.