half in dream half in shadow
won't their words come back to me
all the poets lost, embattled
drowned in an icarian sea
so for you Beauty to have fled
beyond the common understood
flickering in an enchanted wood
and beckoning, beckoning if they could
to rouse us from all lethargy.
why should God to them impart
all the visions of the heart
what remains for us today
who've told them all to go away
as thoughtless children in our play
the prince and not the dragon, slay.
mary angela douglas 18 may 2023
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