PRINCE! [Full Poem] [Temp 0.390]

PRINCE!

     --Her dead with a shadow on the shade
         Of the deep screaming of my life,
     From the first blue stream and streaming stars
         That set the stars and lights are dry.
                   Then the peace
         With half the sun is shining the orchard,
         Strains of gloom be showed at us.

And the Sun that continuous with the body in the sun bathed

countermost consciousness

The Engine of the Boston Consequent

in the street.