The winged words, they pass
Still everywhere,
Seeds of the spirit-grass
The dream-winds bear
From that heart-field to this,
Where thought as feeling is;
There-s not a seed will miss
Life, once sown there.
They pass, the faery words,
In shade and shine,
As they were magic birds
This heart of mine
Gave shape and colour to,
As in the light and dew
The primal creatures grew
From germs divine.
Winged Words
Robert Crawford
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Poem topics: dream, life, light, magic, I miss you, grass, field, shade, spirit, shape, shine, divine, colour, thought, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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