I hear that maiden still
Of Keinton Mandeville
Singing, in flights that played
As wind-wafts through us all,
Till they made our mood a thrall
To their aery rise and fall,
"Should he upbraid."
Rose-necked, in sky-gray gown,
From a stage in Stower Town
Did she sing, and singing smile
As she blent that dexterous voice
With the ditty of her choice,
And banished our annoys
Thereawhile.
One with such song had power
To wing the heaviest hour
Of him who housed with her.
Who did I never knew
When her spoused estate ondrew,
And her warble flung its woo
In his ear.
Ah, she's a beldame now,
Time-trenched on cheek and brow,
Whom I once heard as a maid
From Keinton Mandeville
Of matchless scope and skill
Sing, with smile and swell and trill,
"Should he upbraid!"
1915 or 1916.
3 comments:
'Kent'n has a habit of coming in the news;
p'rhaps not always...
poetry'
If the negative that is against the propriety of life, is accepted by the positive as viable in the community of life, it rises by coincidence of meeting to finally equal the positive, and impropriety ensues in equality with the proper ordination of life.
It is vital then, that propriety be taught from the moment of birth by example, if the ordination and continuity of life is to be maintained, for otherwise division will be rife within its precincts. Once established in equalness, the two are locked by polarity values, and only the combined will of all humanity can cancel it and restore the true propriety.
Thus - this knowledge must be.
c'est la vie
Bri
'from tiny acorns...
great oak
trees grow'
'si dieu veult'
Though not apparent to the majority, Kent'n is formed as the original Jerusalem Cross, and this dates from time immemorial. A couple of the spurs are missing now, but enough evidence remains. The names are revealing too, to those astute enough to see it.
It's done now. The dye is cast, and everything will change.
bri
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