Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NOCTURNE, by EMERALD BROWNING KOEB


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NOCTURNE, by                    
First Line: Wee life supine, now panting for thy breath
Last Line: Your soul, love's golden spark, to god belongs.
Subject(s): Babies; Infants


Wee life supine, now panting for thy breath
On downy silken cot of earthly plane
Where bird and flower, both man and beast do stain
The landscape with their multi-colored strife,
While roving clouds slash through the sky as knife
Through first of season's juicy steak now slain
For sport and lust of appetite the gain
When father sun drives south to greet his wife.

Wee little one, you do not see. You do
Not hear the rumble of the maddened throng.
Your inner sight undimmed sees but the true;
Your inner ear in tune with angel's songs
Receives but golden notes of harmony's blue;
Your soul, love's golden spark, to God belongs.





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