Fr1655A


Talk not to
me of Sum
mer Trees
The foliage
of the mind
A Tabernacle
is for Birds
Of no cor
poreal kind
And winds
do go that
way at noon times
<Whose> <Homes>
To their
Etherial Homes
Whose Bu
gles
call  the
least of
us
To undepicted

Realms

↩ bear bear

 unreported



 

 

Receipted
with
Encores