“Though Nothing Can Bring Back The Hour Of Splendour In The Grass Of Glory In The Flower”

a poem by Keith Lumbard, UK


Though moments shared betwixt were brief,
Nothing can compare,
Can distance measure ceaseless grief?
Bring peace of mind to bare!
Back I drift in endless thought,
The essence of you pure,
Hour lost to yesteryear,
Of transcendence obscure,
Splendour held me thereupon,
In yield she stole the scene,
The virtuous bestowed thereon,
Grass of ambient green,
Of you loved me and me of thou,
Glory led to bliss,
In oath we both did swear a vow,
The duty and remiss.
Flower! “Nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass of glory in the flower”.

I here submit my Acrostic poem in response to Nancy Crossland’s Title
Composed By Keith Lumbard 02nd April 2011

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