Within the vine, grows all of time,
On marble walls of white.
Thy flower grows, like leaves of thyme,
The roses are in sight.
Lift your soul, and elevate,
Determining, your will and all of fate.
Beware the crooked spring,
As the weather sings.
In broken tides of joy,
Forever young my laddy boy.
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I hardly dare venture to speak on this beautiful poem. Wonderful wording and rhyme in a poem that is a bit obscure as to meaning where angels fear to tread
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