I watch the seasons of my life pass by Like rolling clouds above the highest peaks And leave this blessed garden with a sigh, Its ethereal fragrances for which man seeks To align his soul with beauty and delight. But now the quiet time when flowers sleep And winter comes blanketing from sight The loveliness at times that made us weep When daffodils bestrewed the fields of spring And roses came to scent the rising dawn With peonies of which the poets sing. I am moved by dreams I cannot now recall And touched by music that has cleansed my souL
Poems Undated (1727)
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