If there’s a time

If there’s a noon where honey snows the lands,

Then let the saplings in the earth bloom hours;

If there’s a morn that wakes its golden hand

To let these stallions canter with the fires;

If in the night the moon’s quiet grey sand

Should spell a dream among mauve skies of flowers

And in the dreamy dawn the timid pen

Bleeds on a paper whereto it’s inspired;

There might be one September when again

Spring visits after summer’s glowing kiss,

And if such Spring should spring surprises, this

Would be a time without a taste of pain,

And all’s alive as morning suns arise:

The world awaits this earthly paradise.


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