Said In Eternum Eternum Poem by Lewis Dowell, III

Gadfly winces at the coming minions
Of sordid illiuminations,
When gyrfalcon dips in uncovered fields
The sheep shall run away.
And prairies will behold the dawn
Of the resplendent light,
As night cascades on daffodils
Made of love, lust and bricks,
The rains shall fall with raiment
From the lost lords of government-
A hand shall rise with effortless
Apples to cider turned,
And all the while the sun shall set
To greet the eternal morn.
Eternum eternum, the lass shall sing
When the bells from hillocks fall-
Eternum eternum, the maiden sings
The greatest song of all-