Nymph

Nymph

 

O nymphs upon thy petty glave

Underneath the bridge and knave

Thy swoon begunst a nuisance glade

Piety disguises itself in shade

 

Thyne lyre behoof the light’s spell

Apollo approaches there abyss of hell

Once betwixt the motion thought

Thou art compelled, art thou nought

 

Per chance thy will will relish good

Or mistaketh thyne love for hateful moods

Thou have shown thy will abideth

To the central fire lies and holdeth

 

Be a sage a man of thought

For thyne Cyclops will wander caught

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About up2quark

I rest with silence and awareness; believing in hope for a brighter future, I feel compelled to write any words that excite me in the spontaneous moments in life! So this is my work; hope you enjoy my musings.
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