Beauty’s Flower

Posted on August 23, 2015 by brianroycefaulkner

The whole sky’s gray grows darker now,
Yet your brow’s May lifts fair;
Fall’s petals fall in gardens now,
Your two eyes crown the air.
The day is dim and dimness gives
No hymn of joy, no cheer,
But beauty’s flower, towering, lives
In your high face right here.

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