pound poem

Child of the grass

The years pass Above us

Shadows of air All these shall Love us

Winds for our fellows

The browns and the yellows

      Of autumn our colors

Now at our life's morn. Be we well sworn

Ne'er to grow older

Our spirits be bolder At meeting

Than e'er before All the old lore

Of the forests & woodways

Shall aid us: Keep we the bond & seal

Ne'er shall we feel

      Aught of sorrow
 
      Let light flow about thee

      As  a cloak of air




                       Ezra Pound










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