Mindful
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Broken Beams
Broken beams of gold
In primeval dawn;
The eyes of a fawn;
Spear-points making bold.
Where—in the tempered metal,
The lands that we settle,
The leafless shafts that fly:
There—the living learn to die.
The sun sets;
The hour turns;
Nature gets
What it earns.
Michael Shindler.
Broken beams of gold
In primeval dawn;
The eyes of a fawn;
Spear-points making bold.
Where—in the tempered metal,
The lands that we settle,
The leafless shafts that fly:
There—the living learn to die.
The sun sets;
The hour turns;
Nature gets
What it earns.
Michael Shindler.