The World Turned On It's Head Poem by Kevin Wyndham Heard

Fair Summer's breath doth rise anew
And blithely by her balm bestows
Upon the multitude and few
From tangled thorn to bloody rose
And in her gown, all swathed and bound
Such wonder there i'faith restored
My mind to thee, without a sound
Doth wander of it's own accord
To gather wherein thy arms enfold
And thus adorn'd in sacred trust
Cocoon'd from weary Winter's cold
All care to crumble into dust
'Sooth were the world turned on it's head
The fairest foul, as seemed to be
'Twere beauty lost, and thy love fled
All that I am, I'd give to thee...