Can I be moved anymore by what I see?
My eyes bend in admiration
at her ingratiating frame.
Her evening beauty, conspicuous melody does play,
fascinating
my humanity, lifting hands of thanks to God alone.
That her serene magnificence,
Twice a week’s twilight on my heart does gloss,
my mortality hallowed, sunken in
her heaven’s simplicity,
ascends a smile in me never to fail, when her I see,
whose
beauty I have made my rest.
K.Oni
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