Friday, June 14, 2013

June 9

ROSES on a brier,
   Pearls from out the bitter sea,
Such is earth's desire
   However pure it be.

Neither bud nor brier,
   Neither pearl nor brine for me:
Be stilled, my long desire;
   There shall be no more sea.

Be stilled, my passionate heart;
   Old earth shall end, new earth shall be;
Be still, and earn thy part
   Where shall be no more sea.

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