Golden in the dew


Lifting her eye,

her red rimmed eye,

’twas golden prayers she threw,

and pray she did

upon the grass

‘midst mizzly clabbery dew

not waiting for the storm to pass

nor lightenings to grow few

the red rimmed sun

shook her dress

’til shadows upon the mizzly grass

glow golden

in the dew

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