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Come sweet bugler
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Come sweet bugler |
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Streen Member
since 2001-11-28
Posts 169
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Come, sweet bugler of the morning dew, to this radiant place of yore, come unto the dawnlight's glancing star, where all the nymphs arrive. Come, o herald of the noontide sun, under this hovering god above, come and seat thyself by a picnic's blanket, where all the children bask. Come, o serenader of the evening stars, to this shaded spot beneath a laurel, come to greet me at my final rest, and to sweetly sing my death. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Streen, it has been a while since I last read your lovely words... is the imagery here then that of the seasons, for it is how it struck me...the beauty of passings we cannot hold back... very, very lovely indeed... |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Ditto Sunshine here, and back up the ladder.. jwesley |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (sigh) This is such a beautiful transition between the stanzas, sweet friend, it too makes it feel as though spring brought the birth of something more then in the end it withers, just the opposite of how it was found in the first place! (smiles) We all love you so much, sweet friend, may your heart forever be serenaded by true loves beauty! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Derek, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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