Our liege
Of jewelled gravity
Set free
Has roped the breeze
And saddled him
To ride through winter’s mind,
Inconstant spring,
All summer’s Fabergé,
To find a season
Greenest green,
Demesne
Past altering.
Our liege
Of jewelled gravity
Set free
Has roped the breeze
And saddled him
To ride through winter’s mind,
Inconstant spring,
All summer’s Fabergé,
To find a season
Greenest green,
Demesne
Past altering.