My feathered friend, at last returned,
I prithee, stay a while
Come, rest thy wings and ease thy mind,
let nothing thee beguile.
From whence thou comest I know not,
but I’ll not hold thee fast,
for long, I’ve wanted thee to come,
now thou art here at last.
Feel free to go whither thou wilt,
on wings, mile after mile,
but if thou still dost care for me,
I prithee, stay a while.
My feathered friend, I prithee, stay,
let me enjoy what’s thine,
and if thou still dost care for me,
let some of it be mine.
Alas, thou art so quick to fly,
thou never stayest long,
perchance, if thou dost care for me,
thou wilt leave me thine song.
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So uplifting and I enjoyed the nostalgic feel of your words- felt like I was reading from the romantic period poets that I have always loved. Thank you for posting
This is wonderful and an invitation to soulfulness. I read it with my morning cup of coffee.