(1976 / USA)

A Fragment: To Music

Silver key of the fountain of tears,
Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild;
Softest grave of a thousand fears,
Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child,
Is laid asleep in flowers.

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Comments (5)

Wow.. What a sexy poem like u... I love u..💏
Oh, Angela, I love this. It is, as Sridhar stated, simple and powerful fact expressed. It is difficult to accurately portray such a powerful emotion, yet you have done so remarkably well, and with so few words.
Well good luck Angle, keep writing nice poems dave xxx
Simple and the powerfull fact expressed.
It is a very pleasant poem...full of hope...I loved it...Very good write Ananya