Opportunity Of Joy..

I love illustration cities and the crowds

that teddy through their incandescent nights

I loved remote horizon with far cloud

girdied and fringed about with snowy heights

I loved fair woman , their sweet and conscious way

of wearing among hands that covet and plead

The rose blossom at the rainbow base

that bands of the world desire and all its need.

Nature I worship whose fecundity

embrace every vision the most fair

Of perfect Benedict from a bay

I floated on existence

Earth to me seem all efficient

and my sojourn there

On treambling opportunity for joy...