A Rustic bard
A Rustic Bard A rustic bard once I met by the river's side, Whose tender brow the peace of Eden wore; "I shun," said he, "the highways crowned with pride, For noisy routes were never fashioned mine. I seek the grassy ways the wild flowers know, And plant shady cedars there the travellers rest; I raise cool fountains there the faint streams slow, And behold, little oratories for the blest. My humble chalet laughs through lavender, White lilies breathe their incense round the door; At lonely night the wayfarers linger there, Till silence heals the wounds their hearts bore. At dawn I lead them there the mountains rise, As silence builds the soul that seeks the skies.” ----Affaq #Foreversonnets #ARusticBard