The Poets Silver Sighs
The Poet sighed in silver tones of sweet
Enduring passion, dreamt in darkest night
Though born of evens blackness, ever deep
When brought to morn, they shone with brilliant light
The golden phrases drifted into air
Enamoring each soul who heard their cry
With perfect passion wrought in purest love
To bathe in beautys bliss those who come nigh
He sought for love, but time, alas, would fail
And in the very words with which he sang
Denial came of that most highly prized
In bitter tones of irony they rang
His time had come, for Poets, too must fade
No matter what their strength or faith should be
But they live on in words both sweet and clear
And cherished thought for all eternity
The Poet sighed in silver tones of sweet
Enduring passion, dreamt in darkest night
Though born of evens blackness, ever deep
When brought to morn, they shone with brilliant light
The golden phrases drifted into air
Enamoring each soul who heard their cry
With perfect passion wrought in purest love
To bathe in beautys bliss those who come nigh
He sought for love, but time, alas, would fail
And in the very words with which he sang
Denial came of that most highly prized
In bitter tones of irony they rang
His time had come, for Poets, too must fade
No matter what their strength or faith should be
But they live on in words both sweet and clear
And cherished thought for all eternity

