In thee stark rays of thee sun, Coyly blooming from thee charishmatic flowerets of violaceous garb.
Grouped on window sills or mantels, in forcing jars of crystal ,cobalt,maroon or green-coloured glass, oh ! dear lavender, blooming and enhancing thee beauty around .
Arbor thyself tightly clinging to thee heart . Sparkling magic in everything , thee birds have begun to sing . Lingering into thy own, thriving almost an Eden garden with rich foliage of greens . Thou hast risen! Trumpeting thee heart beats to thee woderous creation of thee lord .
Pray ! thou stay blossomed forever, into my abode and into my heart .
*10/09/2020* The verse is a complete inspiration from the very recent #Garlic creeper# blooms in my garden . they are in a hue of all colours of lavender and instantly lift the mood ,they are a post card perfect site, adding beauty to my home . Nature never fails to inspire me ! The "Archaic"form of old English is just to add the touch of Shakespearian English style . The poetry title is courtesy my son, Upendra. Thanks for reading. Old English#archaic#unrhymed verse#lavender#shakespearian#early Elizabetian English #