Elizabeth lives
John Clare Stokes
She sent me a poem from the other side
To assure me in eternity we shall abide
Lately I've feigned the journey there
Seemed a land void of poetic melody
She assured me
There's poetry a plenty
Why she sat with Blake beneath
The fabled tree of life
Yeats waved clasping the lost child tight
Clare out there in the far pasture
Mary Joyce up on his shoulders
Thanks Ms Noyes for the assurance
I'll try and weather this temporal disturbance.
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