Seeing in the distance clearly
Future bought on terms too dearly
So dismal are hopes that echo
In some shadow of time ago
To free each lover of this care
While nature may that course impair.
Last remnant of deserted whims
When concert played among her limbs
A loud and far too vibrant call
Descending with unwanted pall
Upon one holy truth denied
That scope and mystic need implied
There dealt a blow that carried dread
As all her aging children fled.
Claire V. Bogdanos 