On the edge of ferrous sky,
Where great eagles learn to fly,
A rainbow grand,
With pied command,
Captured me once in July.
A rule of a copious shade,
From mountain rill to forest glade,
Where sometimes dance,
As if by chance,
Some grace by where sweet nymphs have played.
And as the night-time’s magic sound,
Does ring through clouds from all around,
I smile content,
In this event,
A king of kings who’s once more crowned.
End.
For Amber.
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