Not bad at all, I'll see if I can find one of mine to add.
Ah yes, something I did last Summer:
Helen
She walked in streams of sunlight fair,
In greenest summer leaves,
The Wind played gaily in her hair,
On golden Autumn eves.
The snows were warmed by second sun,
Whiter still than they,
In Spring the birdsong was outdone,
When she woke the day.
Her glory made the Earth below,
More stunning than the sky,
And Angels, when they saw her glow,
Declared that she must die.
They swooped in envy and they took,
Her from that sunlit glen,
And laid her, dead, in ice-cold Brook,
My Lady Fair, Helen.
But still Wind’s darkest melodies,
Are the most joyous songs,
And still the Seraph’s burning breeze,
Laments for Angel throng.
For Angels above and Devils below,
Could not believe that since then,
My lady lies as my Sky and my Snow,
My Sun, my Moon, Helen.
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