Night Lily
john clare
To awaken the darkness
In the night
the poet had the temerity
to believe old sage tales
of incantations with
lilies waving chanting
Yeats and Keats with
A touch of Emily
he had faith
Eventually the
Stars would commence
to heed the words
Long dormant mute
To the day dwellers
Twinkle here twinkle there
Awaking the sons of
Heaven one by one
with but a swirling
Lily.
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