Neverland

      I whispered a word into the hawthorn's bud
      That it might bloom and think;
      My amaranth fancy then awoke a flood
      That ran crystal-shot to Mississippi's sink.
5     Ah! How bright causes put the darkness out
      That in dark eyes must hesitate and waver
      And from the eternity of Life flow out
      Into the eternity of never.

From the collection "Divine Revolt"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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