O,
Inspired by the Bronte sisters
Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…
In this open space I thee Lie upon I see trees on Either side and all there leaves to fall In my eyes
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail
For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they
Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor
This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer
It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the