(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)


Wide are the meadows of night,
And daisies are shinng there,
Tossing their lovely dews,
Lustrous and fair;

And through these sweet fields go,
Wanderers amid the stars --
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.

'Tired in their silver, they move,
And circling, whisper and say,
Fair are the blossoming meads of delight
Through which we stray.

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Lovely poem in appreciation of nature- nearer to us on earth and up above the solar system.Scintillating description thrills the reader. Thanks.
........so beautifully written.....with the imagery of the daisies making this poem even lovelier.....an A+++ write...