O how mists clothe the valley like a veil Which swallows aught in dawn's first light! trees hence Peer vaguely through that ghostly whiteness, whence My soul thrills to its haunting touch' detail In waking; nary voice to stir, winds stale As Maple leaves hang limply in suspense Mair keen cuz yonder is quite buried, dense Naught owns an eye we feel in sheer betrayl. Did I search out the distant hours as twere, Or grapple for a vision past this view, We cannot but acknowledge, lo in tour Tis hid from our mair "owly eyes" anew. Fog on the heels of night as darkness stir To light's tread, how I long anon for YOU.
03Aug18a
I've seriously been meaning to post all he's asked me to send him, but haven't gotten around to doing so...yet. Mebbe someday, who knows? Haha, who cares?!