Yon Beauty, Doth I Stare. Poem by Michael Gale

Yon Beauty, Doth I Stare.



Yon dairy-air...
Is lustly round, i swear.

Yon beauty, is by far, above all, that, be fair...
Yon cascading fiery billowy, is thy hair.

Yon's hand in mairrage, is all that-I care...
Yon's bluest pooled eyes, that in, I do constanly stare.

Next to yon, in eternity, is thy place...
by me, to be there, as only do I care.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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