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TO THE DUKE OF SOMERSET AND ALL THE FIEFDOMS
OF THE LANDS OF THE SEVEN SEAS AND NEW WORLDS
OF THE FUTURE THAT WILL COME TO BE: W.M.
Unknown to me yet known for O so long
Your minor chord of that long cherished song,
An undergirding I have always known,
Sweet threnody I clasp when all alone.
For we have looked on beauty, Eternal FLAME,
Struggled with pen or brush to give it name,
Vibrations in your being come home to me,
For always long lost isles I faintly see:
Bewitching kingdoms seen for a brief hour,
Perplexities of dreams that come to flower.
Again, you're moved on the ETERNAL QUEST,
For hidden treasure calls you to a test.
Here in my center you shall long, long stay
As Inca treasure, gold beyond the clay.
I come to you from out a karmic past
To reinforce what in my soul was last.
You seek with brush, a flow with form and line
Some consolation where your light will shine,
And as we hold a second in embrace
Within my heart I etch your inward face.
Edgar De Forest
Illustration by i.Murphy © 2000-2009 All Rights Reserved. Somerset, MA USA
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