Morrow calls the late sun to rise
to carry away the raw nights of ice
I failed the riches in bleakest of life
and buried the poorness in crustiest glaze
no pledge in faith
no want in love
and all the speeches remain the same
some would have been
some would have lost
it’s sorrow to day
and hardship to night
(In the forge of the earth,
a primrose may know)
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BEFORE ALL THE SNOW MELTS!
Thank you Jonathan for coming back and continously reblogging!