Her to See
They stride beside my bench with joyous heart;Some dully greet, then swiftly they depart.Despite these muffled shadows pass by me,My
Poems, Essays, Thoughts
Poems by Omri Shabath
They stride beside my bench with joyous heart;Some dully greet, then swiftly they depart.Despite these muffled shadows pass by me,My
‘Twas break of day when first I gazed the glowThat blinded all recall of bygone woe.Along the others, I imbibed
Our ever-blessed Lord and Countess knowWhat’s best for us, mere average jane and joe.The deific foresight only they possess,By goad
Th’rdway along the journey of my life,Resolved I am to stride, yet after strife.It’s over Him I mull as I
O Nine! to me relate the route to verse!With rhyme and meter, sing your timeless museAnd rousing boons of poesy