Purest Ray
Jan 21st, 2008 by webmaster
Purest Ray
Hey purest ray of God,
You pass through the endless prism
Of human time
Only to emerge at the last
What you were at the beginning,
A smiling negro boy
Holding an Indian cornflower-
So rare it blossoms once
In a hundred years.
——-
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