Walkways of Yesterday
How pleasing were those lost days of ancient past, The walkways, by windowpane he read The throne verse at dawn’s first glimmer cast; Ecstasy through waking fields was spread. Eternity’s own music filled the happy air, His voice entwined with cuckoo’s early song; The scene grew lovelier, gentler, calm, and fair, As if the hours themselves would linger long. And in the vesper’s arrival, the angels near Bent low to send their blessings from above. That era now lies faint, faded and unclear— The cuckoo dust, the voice, the home of love. Still those echoes through the shadows glide, A whispered festival once lived inside. ------Affaq N.Affaq