we were given the keys imho when as little Christian children we listened transfixed and accepted and simply believed - but when all the rugged and ragged robin ways of youth and adolescence were ours to roam we lost the keys to heaven among the hills of home - we seek and seek but cannot find those rustic gates we knew - those red and green and golden gates of gossamer and dew - where a robin came and looked at us with eyes of glistening dew and a linnet sang the world's a dream and every dream is true - and a dwarf said hush and hummed a tune the breeze had taught the flowers - the bluebell chimes of eternal time that sped our woodland hours - haunted, haunted, haunted we who mocked and sinned hear the vanished voices wailing down the wind - we the sons of reason, we who took to bride, knowledge and rejected the dream that we denied - all our hearts are blown adrift like dust before a fan - music of the star shine shimmering oer the sea mirror me no longer in the gulf of memory - lovers of the beautiful is this the end it is if we can only see the skull and miss the face of bliss[Noyes] - twinc
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