The Spouse I Wanted
Once upon a time
I saw a spotless fair damsel
With dimples and virtuous words
Emphatically I called her "good thing "
Her ringed neck was wow
How perfect could a damsel be
I love her to the moon and back
I was virtually drunk
And drawn to her speaking eyes

She is the spouse I wanted
But could not find her at dawn
What a sweet insipid dream
Almost two scores now
Everyone ask for my spouse
As age is no longer on my side...

alas a dream it was and will always remain

as painful as it may be,
tis time to leave behind the musings of olde
the yearnings of what could have been or seen

move boldly into future, speak
declare and conquer
find the damsel, comely to the eyes
words, soft and full of wonder
heart pure: no question as to why
she's just come round the corner


Spotless she ain't
but she's game to change
there will be slips and falls
but I'm human and err as well
it's a work in progress
making our unique masterpiece with each brushstroke:
one after another


©Tedpgrass 2017

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TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY


BY JOHN MILTON

Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wisely hath shunned the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the Hill of Heavenly Truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth,
Chosen thou hast, and they that overween,
And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fixed and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light,
And Hope that reaps not shame; therefore be sure
Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastful friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gained thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.

and this too

rejoinder to your lonely call-outs



SONG ON MAY MORNING


BY JOHN MILTON

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves, are of thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.