Oh! Subtle touch attend, the needs of poetic pen,
intermingling phrases drink the long dried latent ink,
its music betwixt lines apply, bY the hand of harmony,
pulsating rhymes show an ethereal delighted glow,
from lofty spheres again, its joy from rain
to quiet fall unbroken, as thunder yet silent spoken,
symphonic sounds for us, from purest notes melodious,
teach happiness accrue, the wealth of love pursue,
from caverns' deepest cell, echo love's poetic spell,
rewarding toiled chore with stardust from the meteor,
by its light tracking canopy, illume the dark and trackless sea.
Thus enchantingly silver spun, thro' ageless years has run,
serves love a happier knot, along her streaming banners slot,
ever tied to harmonious thought, the icon of virtue taught
piety dwell the muse of it, safe from betraying fools of wit,
find we here on the earth, tongued men of little worth,
oft recite with smoothest tone, words that they do not rightly own,
then with transparent visage tell, all they cannot answer well,
with voice like streamlets running, naive depths of shallow cunning,
forget the pain, forget the folly that blackens day with melancholy,
leave drowsy realms of Morpheus, and harken sweet to Orpheus,
where evening vespers gaily spin,the noiseless web, fragile thin,
cradles sleepy shadows fine, where zephyrs sweep the odorous pine,
with fragrant breath of evening dew, rustling whispers filtering thru,
where we oft in disbelief, hear the harp on falling leaf,
gently moisten so the ground, float, to garnish earth a coloured coat,
leafy companions tree hung store, join in its choir, oft before
summer's scented stirring breeze, echoed o'er the slumbering leas,
breathes its opium incensed tale to herdsmen of the lowly dale,
whose laboured day's timeless clock, toil their charge that ambition mock,
with heart directed eye ever keen,pour love on pastures green,
till past the sun at eventide, whilst moon peeps thro' heavens wide,
steers his stock to homeward Oaks, where cottage chimney gently smokes,
and children skirt the welcome fire, with greedy kiss his cheeks attire,
nightly there he silent took, parental pleasures at the inglenook,
unspoken love joy and care, at his weary side they snuggled there,
with sparkling eye would them entreat, antique stories of heroics feat,
where Knights rescued maidens fair, from the evil clutches of despair,
crusading tales so timeless old, peoples champion fearless bold,
nightly, they'd the same tales hear,caressing balm the infant ear,
love warmed air's silent creep, lull the eye to peaceful sleep,
love unwritten in sand or dust, but in longevity of parental trust,
that we must nurse to ever groom, through the bright, through the gloom,
to burn love's flame serene and pen the poet's hopeful dream.