In a Stranger Land

To carve upon the sky a deeper rim,
we build a mountain; this may sometimes seem
like deconstructing worlds that once were fair,
and planting them to face oblivion there.
In keeping winters warm we want to dream
the cold is gone: and if the sun should beam
us brighter lights to chase the silver air,
and bring a better golden wind to bear!
But if I could so easily change this land,
I would but add just one thing by my hand,
and that is: You, in simple glory shown,
and near me you would always be: to love
you is my pleasure, and all words above
know no more greater wish than this alone.


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